I love my job.  I love my job.  I love my job.  My job is love.  Wherever I am to be, vocation, avocation, career, job, daily work, my duty is to emulate compassion and ease.  Life is hard enough without me sucking you all dry with my victim-laced whining.  Now how the heck does this work when I am a vacuum of needing your attention? 

The purpose of life, to know the center root of nourishment and to play this human bouncing ball game of not/have, love/fear, yes/no, worthy/shit, open/isolating, angry/listening and on and on and on.

Resting in the arms of the lullaby waves, the soft sand, the warm sun of Her care, I allow the day to be the day.  Feelings come and feelings go.  Rain is just rain.  The easiest next action flows to me, through me, blessed and comfortable.