It was a week ago tomorrow that I got my tattoo done in Menomonee Falls. I had almost all of last week off of work and spent most of that time reading about the tarot and doing tarot-related things. Who would have thought I'd find myself concerning myself with these things as deeply as I have. I started to write in my larger tarot journal last night, starting with the four of cups. The re-introduction to work was a tough one. I'm not so sure the type of environment I work in at all in tune with my soul. There just seems to be so many parts of what makes humanity human absent when I get to work. I just feel lost sometimes and I know these guys the best. The sabotage from Jon, the fakeness from Jim and the lack of effort from Dylan all become too much. But what hurts the most is that there are flickers of time when you can see the potential we have but how quickly the enthusiasm of the public tramples out our energy. I'm set to work 09:00-17:30 tomorrow so the wise move is to get to bed early. > _"You in the big league dog, so you better get more rest. The game is more shysty and they hit you with more stress."_