Eight Hours Stress


That sound of heavy drops of rain can be soothing enough to open a gate to better dreams. But I finally woke up. Being rational in dreams kills their magic.

When I turned 33 we had a picnic with wine, food and an Alfred Hitchcock’s movie at the park. And even with the scary clouds, there was no rain that day.

I’d been trying so hard to achieve a particular goal but failed in every attempt. It’s supposed to be worth the effort but I don’t know what else to do. Frustration is overwhelming. Can’t give up easily but it’s not reasonable to keep it on a loop going nowhere. How else can I prove to myself and to others that my geek brain works?

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