Monday. Flat as a punctured tyre after half an hour in the office. Why? They - the London lot - have postponed for yet another week the e-newsletter I've been working on since Christmas. It's incredible. We just keep writing stories and putting them in the bin. I should change my title to Chief Bin Liner. There's nothing, simply nothing, more frustrating for a writer than having the publication date postponed indefinitely. If I look back at my time at the international bakery, it seems that I've spent 70% or more of it waiting. Waiting for things to settle down after the latest reorganisation.
I find it so teeth-gnashing frustrating, I could cry.
So I came home and blew the dust off my copy of the Bhagavad Gita and read this bit:
You have the right to work, but never to the fruit of work. You should never engage in action for the sake of reward, nor should you long for inaction. Perform work in this world, Arjuna, as a man established within himself - without selfish attachments, and alike in success and defeat.
And:
They live in freedom who have gone beyond the dualities of life. Competing with no-one, they are alike in success and failure and content with whatever comes to them.
I think that's the attitude to have. And I don't have it. And it's becoming clearer to me every day that I'm in the wrong job.
Time to get working on publishing that CV....
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