Which means-that despite recent presonal economic news, life and work goes on. Accordingly, I will be getting on a plane today and flying the long three leg route back to Bucharest, there to work for a month, before moving on to (insert bleak future prospects here).
Why not just tell them to stick it, you ask? Because commitments are made-and should be kept. Because it will certainly be a heck of a lot more interesting than a month of existence spent here in Shopping Mall USA. And because I need to make Elite status for the coming year. All good reasons in my book-and if they are willing to pay to have me work overseas for a month on the way to a new future-who am I to argue?
You take life one day at a time-and let the current day’s trouble be sufficient unto itself. Tomorrow’s can be dealt with tomorrow. Today its traveling-and that is never something to be sad about.
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking….
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Travel”