Office life and culture is not very supportive to the creative spirit. So in this environment I've become a warrior - hardened, unthinking, unfeeling. I'm hacking and sawing at my work, and more often than not I'm wondering if I'm really fighting the good fight. But I'm trying my best to keep all thoughts, all thoughts, at bay else I become the loser in this fight. It's simply about survival now.
Suffice to say I'm not very productive anymore in any sense of the word at work or even at play. I mean, look at me now journaling at work...