The last month has been a trial of patience. I resigned myself to doing my job without hope of change in the way things should change. This meant I had to do what I could to make sure everything was going as it should though everyone was in my way.
I got mad. I got frustrated. I yelled. I screamed.
I got despondent. I got obstinate. I despaired.
Then I finally got people to listen.
I wasn’t passive-agressive though I wanted to be. I just got quiet and when asked, I was honest. Brutally. I might have been snarky but I was also factual.
Changes are yet to come but the road is clear and ready to be repaved.
This makes me a happier, if tired human being.
So tired, I can’t seem to find my pants to get a celebratory beer from down the literal street.
I have 105 minutes to get there if I still want it but. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just sit and rest.
Progress not achieved but shackles have been released.