Screech

I'm not talking Newfie Screech. More the screech of brakes, the screech of a woman having her Howard Beale "I'm mad as he!! and I'm not taking it anymore." I need to be flexible and patient, sure. I need to release my ego and let go and be with the flow, sure. But I have goals that I want/need to accomplish, and we're being kept too busy, too disorganized, too on-the-go.

It beats being unemployed, although I am now actively seeking work. I posted on Monster that I'd be okay with taking work in Metropolitan Toronto, the Capitol and Island region of British Columbia, and the Lower Mainland as well as my current environs. I need to declutter my house, communicate with people, network and make my intentions known. I just feel I am failing on so many levels right now--health, job satisfaction, relationship satisfaction, parenting, financial, selectively disengaging as well as failing to make the time for people I genuinely want to connect with right now...