Atlas

I have always held the greatest admiration for Atlas, because he has the strengh to hold the whole world on his shoulders. His burden always moved me. But today I found out my image of Atlas is false. He was not punished to hold the earth, but to hold the sky, to separate the primordial couple Gaia (earth) and Uranus(sky). I don't feel the romantic guilt anymore, the guilt of weighing even a single pound more of the burden he is forced to cope with.
Of course, it was even more than that. His (early) image came to mind today as I am fighting to resolve all my projects that seem to never end and get heavier and heavier by the day. I felt disappointed.
And that is why I didn't write yesterday. I was writing for a project, team project and I felt the pressure to finish and finish. I just couldn't stop writing. People were depending on me.

I told Ms NewBornStarinHerEyes(ah, she is so beautiful) yesterday that my blog is therapy. That idea actually came to mind as I was saying it. I realized that, except for Mr X sometimes, hardly anyone says anything about my blog so I don't get to really conceptualize what is means or what it does. And I don't mind at all, both the fact that people don't speak about it in physical life and the fact that I don't theorize it too much. It's just a challenge everyday to write. The rest of my feelings toward it change everyday.

Cig Harvey