i dreamt about my own death last night. in it i didn’t actually die. what i saw was my grave marker and on it in harry potter fashion gold script magically appeared. i watched as words evolved from a feathery golden plume, “she died because she cared too much.” later as i thought about this i rather realized that i do. yeah i do care and often far too much when it is something i feel strongly about. i also realized that no matter what it might be there has to be a balance about it. clearly an internal alarm is sounding. step back get it in check or else... i’ve had a lot going on this year particularly in my work life. mostly a disturbance in the work force. we’ve had an exodus in our group...our ranks thinning. the reasons vary though is more likely relative to the generalized dissatisfaction we’ve felt for a long time now. unfortunately it’s begun to feel as though a large dark vortex is suck...