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Workday Nurturing

One of the best things about my iPod is that enables me to carry my entire music collection with me to work. As an administrative assistant, it’s not feasible for me to use headphones while on duty, but when I walk up the (eight flights of) stairs in the morning, or take my lunch break, I can slip the headphones on and withdraw into my private world for a while. I realize that using music as a break is not uncommon – but I’ve never had a toy like this before, and I’ve been amazed by how much more rested I feel if I can spend even a few minutes listening to special music.

I’ve been doing a lot of random play these days, as I enjoy tracks from my collection I haven’t listened to for a long time. But when I’m feeling a need for a real break, I’ve been turning to Howard Shore’s music from the LotR movies, or soundtrack music by John Williams or Patrick Doyle. The strong emotional associations further move me away from my work-mind and into something deeper and more authentic.

Gack! This is hardly new or original thought. But it’s where I am right now: functioning on a rather basic level intellectually.

Also at work with me today is A Song for Arbonne, by Guy Gavriel Kay, who is one of my favorite authors. I’ve only read this book once, so I don’t remember it well, but I do know that I’ll be able to submerge myself in a satisfying story about interesting, dramatic characters who I care about. And Kay does a lovely job of world-building, which is one of my greatest challenges in creative endeavors.

I’m hoping that between the music and the story my own internal richness will start to come back to the surface again.

Growl!

I invite people over for dinner maybe once every couple of months.

Tonight, I have a fellow student from my seminary coming over. My denominational seminary in Berkeley, not my local school.

So what night does my supervisor wait until two minutes until my departure time to tell me about a must-be-done tonight project?

And when does the email system decide that Powerpoint attachments need ten minutes to transmit between points on the network?

And then when does my supervisor disappear behind a closed door so I can't verify whether or not he's received my work and it's okay for me to run out in the rain to do my late commute in the rain?