Campus Summer 1970
(photo: Brian Jasper (ENGG 1971-72)
Today I am sitting in a cold office, staring aimlessly into a computer and wondering about my purpose. Why am I here. What am I doing. How long until I can stand up, walk out of corporate america, and never look back.
I wish nothing more than to be in a field right now. Warm winds seeping through my hair and the sun shining so bright that I have to close my eyes a little just to see clearly. A nice warm nap in nature. Grass tickling my arms and feet and gazing out into a never-ending quilt of daisies and sunflowers and other wild things. Freckles on my nose. A calming silence mixed with birds singing to one another. Watching clouds pass while painting pictures in my mind.
But... I am here. In an office with no windows. I feel trapped and claustrophobic and that there is no way out. I need to be inspired. Fingers crossed that a writing career is near in my future, because I don't know how much more of this office I can stand.