Distance

Before me is day number four of my self-imposed isolation.  I’ve done well at it, I think, though it seems only to be serving myself.  It appears to be as much an irritant to her as our normal interactions were prior to this.  I am at least enjoying the blessing of hearing less and having less occasions to respond to the strikes.

I am trying, though, to keep up contact with the girls, which seems to be going okay.  My household duties have not suffered, though the response to resuming them was as expected.  First thing I heard was that I am showing off my abilities again.

This is just a waiting period.  Waiting to see what can be gained by professional help, waiting to see whether something new occurs.  I think I can keep this up without too much trouble.  It is certainly helping my attitude at work.  I’m bringing less stress with me.

It appears, however, that any resolution made here between the two of us will most likely be superficial at best.  We’ve done that before, every time.  Each time after that has been worse.  I can’t project any better if we “smooth it over” again this time.  We need an outside source and solution.  That’s why I contacted the counselor.

On possibly a more humorous note, I started a new line of reading this week.  I’ve a reasonably subsantial collection of topics on leadership and personal effectiveness.  So I started a review of Sun Tzu.  Finishing that, I skipped on over to a Roberts/Ross book entitled “Make It So,” which is, as it sounds, leadership theories set in a TNG log-entry theme.

I have a couple other copies of Sun Tzu, “The 48 Laws of Power,” some Heinleins, L’Amours and various others that have made it to my quickly tailored list.  Most of these are old friends, some I’ve never cracked before.

Maybe one will render some sort of aid, even miniscule works, for this whole fiasco.

I must take a moment again to recognize Lib for putting this blog together for me.  Probably the best thing I can have in my toolbag.  I don’t write my thoughts logically or in good linear fashion.  With this being more publicer I have to pay a little more attention to how much sense I make and it is easier to blab on a keyboard.  I’ll save the handwriting for poetry.