I come to work to be greeted by a bunch of prideful people. There superior gazes make me uncomfortable. I asked one what is for lunch? the response classic "Puh, I don't have time to respond to that" I looked at them disgusted by the answer provided. I have to remind my self to be calm and be respectful even when someone test me. At some point in mid life people seem to get grumpy. I have to work really hard to stay joyful.

Sometime's when I am Here. I can't stand it, but lately you bring me joy underneath this tree trunk and roots that fall from the sky, it is a wonderful place at times and at times I want to escape. When I am gone I slightly dread the drive here but once I am here sourrounded by all this magic and all these complex characters that are flustered and that are joyful  or emotional. I will truly miss it.