I'd really like to edit out some of the Space...the final frontier post. But I made it my policy when I started this blog that I would only edit posts for mechanical problems (spelling, punctuation, my never ending battle with homophones). I committed to myself that I would not remove posts. Arguably "editing out" is "editing" but it's actually removing a chunk that falls into the objectionable category. So to my two readers out there, please feel free to ignore the Space...the final frontier post.
Frankly, I think my substantial worry about the job market really brought me quite low this week. Actually, there's no "thinking" about it: it brought me really down, in a way I haven't experienced for probably three and a half months now. The confluence of those feelings with some questions about K made me ponder, yesterday, way too much the question of space. I would actually have been terrible company for K those few days he was needing space because those were the hardest days I had this week in dealing with the job search.
Yet, a hug was what I needed most those few days.
The questions I asked in the post are still valid. I just don't think I needed to spend so much time fussing over them. Only time and further discussions with K will answer them. And that's all I need to know for now.
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