choice choosen

Æ am a real kunst of a hard luck lady.

Slicing your meat whilst always

Cutting my teeth,

Making ends meet as Æ please,

Because Æ played squirrel and not grasshopper.

Enabling me to play in the spring.

Struggling is part and parcel to most artists.

A choice choosen.

Not an old work horse called a salaried slave but a prime cut slice of an hourly wage.

You wilt pay me overtime after forty hours.

And, I shall not work sixty for a base salary.

My economy demands.

A bull versus a bear.

Your need is inelastic whilst mine is elastic.

Long ago did Æ graduate from walking on eggshells and begin walking on broken glass.

Gladly.

I ain’t happy; but better yet, I’m feeling glad.

A right proper char, charge, charger.

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

4 thoughts on “choice choosen”

    1. Thank you, kindly. I really like the subtle difference between the meaning of “happy” and that of “glad.” Neither are bad, but…

      Happy: unsustainable, requires periods of ‘not happy’ to be experienced, implied giddiness, a hint of selfishness.

      Glad: a joy accessible in the high and low times, sustainable if thoughtful and mindful in one’s actions and thoughts, implies appreciation/gratitude to something other than your own glee, a shared experience.

      My favorite job was being a waitress. I used to remind myself that the difference between a good server and a poor one was the difference between saying, “I’m glad to help” as opposed to, “I’m happy to help.”

      xo

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