This came into my head early the other morning, staring at the gray, felt walls of my cube. It’s true. Life in a cube is bearable if you focus on your dream.
My dream deals with my passion, running. I don’t know if it will ever happen, but it is nice to dream.
I stay where I am because of the potential but, I have to wonder, how long do I give them to live up to it? Will they?
I think I will hang in there until I finish with my MBA, early next year, and keep trying to help the company when I can and when they want me too.
Until then, I can always dream.