Starting with something light…?
TANIA THE DISCONNECTED TYPIST
It’s not yesterday that is keeping today from beginning.
It’s not guilt, shame or rationalizations.
It’s not other people’s qualities I am concerned about.
It’s my own sick, fucked up existence of a life…
…and yes my f drive is disconnected.
BACKGROUND: Tania was someone I worked with a few years back. She had lived (was living) a life from hell, but she was an awesome mother. The problem with Tania is that she had no problem telling you about her problems. The kind of person you don’t want to ask “how are you” but one you are drawn to… Besides being beautiful in a rough, survivor way she was a whole book of living and lived.
I made the glorious mistake of asking her if her network drive had been disconnected. She put it in perspective for me.
Tania… wherever you are, you left a footprint. THANK YOU!
