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.
WrittenCasey 
I ain’t happy; but better yet, I’m feeling glad. -that line is wonderful.
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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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I agree. And I really like how you frame this. Looking forward to reading more of your writing.
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This is excellent Casey, and that last line is wonderful.
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