on an autumn saturday several years ago, i was working in my office while the rest of the world was enjoying the indian summer. i forget the particular problem i was trying to solve.
it was one of hundreds and i was proceeding in my usual fashion:
// solve that problem once and for all //
for years i had been the greyhound chasing the rabbit of permanent solutions.
i knew that if i worked
just a little harder,
a little longer,
a little more creatively,
i would finally catch that rabbit
have a perfectly running business
i would experience commercial nirvana, and emerge from the dark night of the ledger book into the clear dawn of administrative beatitude. monday morning would always be a pleasure.
// i was wrong // … frayed edges and surprises