two weeks too early and one day late
before my expiration date.
timing was never my forte.

believing that i had the evidence
that my life was falling apart.
i could see the pity in their eyes,

making me a man who lacked
the respect of those he admired,
i traded in my ability to create.

i spoke on the phone last night
to one of a few friends i could communicate
clearly without witness of self-consciousness.

maybe the complete opposite.

it's strange that some things
can only begin to be real to us
when thoughts are turned to words.

and all of a sudden my problems with how i deal with things
finally exited my mind into words,
and then they were gone.


i biked ten minutes to work, showing up forty minutes early to my first day of work today.
i sorted through emails. learned about creating and storing contacts.
was introduced to a list of photographers (i'll soon be researching on my own time),
then learned about the pricing process and varieties with selling
works for current exhibitions, had lunch with all my co-workers and boss,
reorganized boxes of photographs while looking through the names
on the bindings of the library of photo books.

i laughed at everyone jokes and stayed mostly quiet.
following directions closely to carry out my tasks smoothly,
i finished my day with casey
mounting, framing, posting, and labeling my first photographs.







i hope i have just as much energy tomorrow.