this is going to be one of my longer posts. i was just feeling thoughtful. those who aren't interested in self-reflection can skip on. more mundane idiocy is sure to follow..
but for those who wish to have a peek inside my head:
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i've had some other thoughts. was working on some stuff a tad bit late at work for our network repair bureau, located out of southlake, tx. this group is the group that interfaces with the network operating center (NOC) that handles and fields all handset phonecalls and data calls.
i have to admit, i've gone ahead and developed a few ties to the nrb as well as looked for ways to move up as a verizon wireless supervisor. i leave my options open. it feels strange to be focusing so much on the surface of myself, in terms of job, career, and long-term 'care for me' stuff. i've been focusing under the surface for so long... trying to figure out who i am, and what i'm about.
my boss, who is very much a friend, told me once 'whoa, your waters are deep'. she mentioned this when i told her about my desire to be an SG. for a long time, i've mulled over what that could mean. ok ok, a month... to me, deep waters are a natural description for every woman.
we operate on many layers and wear many hats, performing many roles at the same time. maybe that's why we're confusing... not only are we the captains of our own ships on the surface, navigating the open seas wherever we may (something we share with all members of our species), we are also submarine captains, cutting through the deep waters of emotion, expression, and wonder; discovering our own private Atlantis, we run not only under the surface, but down into the pitch-black depths of the ocean trenches from whence the tides flow and direct the currents above. down where the blackest emotions and the deepest realm of self-discovery flickers its own eerie light, we navigate through an amazing world that men never see. this is our mystery, and these are the deep, dark waters of womanhood that are incomprehensible to the opposite sex.
they see us and admire our beauty. men tie themselves to the wheel of their ship to listen to our song without going to their doom. this is the unique blend of a woman, whose waters are deep enough to crush and whose innermost visions glow eerily with an almost alien light.
