Job hunting is a rip tide through my life, kicking my brain into a frantic state.
But this time I will not drown.
I will eventually reach the warm sand and cold beverage
Despite the swift yanking, and instinct to swim hard against the current,
I will float...
Swim gently along parallel to shore, no direct route, away from the rip,
A blazing cold perfection of a burning, salt tingling, icy skin kind of life
Very much alive!