Finishing up with some work soon
For those of you that celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope it was a nice one.
Didn’t do much, myself – went home that day to see the fam and came back that day. Trying to get a handle on all this work I have.
I see the finish line, though.
Friday is the last of the largest projects I have with some smaller ones wrapping up in the middle of December.
Been working on this portfolio of stuff for the past five or six weeks. I’m pretty mentally drained.
Being so close, though, seems to make time stretch out longer. I think it’s because I start focusing on the finish line instead of the work itself.
Ever hear of this lady named Lillian Alling?
Seems she came here to NYC from Russia when she was a kid and, in 1927, decided she had enough of the Big Apple – something I wrestle with myself – and the rest of America. So she decided to go home.
But she had no scratch and no means to get there.
Unbelievably, she decided to walk back to Russia. From New York. Her feet were her only carriage.
She walked from NYC to Chicago, then through Canada. The last record of her was in 1929, when she was Nome, Alaska.
Seems she was there trying to get someone to give her a boat ride across the Bering Strait, where I assume we was gonna continue to walk until she got home.
Dunno if she made it.
I do know, however, that she probably made it that far by just focusing on the individual task at hand, which was putting one foot in front of the other.
And not dying, I suppose.
Which brings me back to my tasks at hand. Trying to focus but I just want it to be Christmas already, and my work to be done.
It’s hard to stop staring, once you see it. The finish line.
Wonder if Lillian ever got to see home, or if she died with her feet facing home.
In my head, I like to think she made it home.
On the flip side, my brother’s in town with his new girl and he took me out to eat twice – well, him once and his girl once.
One of the times was Shake Shack. Some of the best burgers on the planet – unfortunately, everyone seems to know that so that’s why I almost never got even though it’s only a few minutes from home.
I really gotta stop thinking of food all the time.
Music: My feet is my only carriage, so I’ve got to push on through
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