I want to achieve things. Not big things, like world peace or ending stupidity (though, yeah, those would probably be nice and make my life better), but little things--like finishing a day's to-do list...well, that day.
time-out
Seriously, people? I mean really? Can you be any more rude? Suddenly I recall with crystal clarity a big reason why I left public libraries. And why I'm so madly in love with my job that's populated with patrons who are, on the whole, polite and well-mannered and very nice. Of course, it was pretty nice to wear jeans and Doc Martens and no makeup to work today.
/time-out
Back to my point: I want to be an achiever. Like Bad Horse. No, I mean like Ghandi. No really, I mean like...well, just like me. Only a me that gets things done. Um, instead of blogging about getting things done. Or Facebooking about it. Hmmm...I think I've just figured out the problem.
York Skyline
York Minster and spire of St. Mary's Church, seen from the top of Clifford's Tower
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