It's been a long time comin'...

Only Gordon Downies from the Tragically Hip can sing that line to perfection. He exudes such a sexiness. Even now, as I think about it, I get the shivers like the 19-year old girl I once was.

After such a lead in, to launch a discourse on how negligent I've been with my writing seems disappointing. But it wouldn't be the first time that I've disappointed and I'd hate to tarnish my stellar track record.

In messaging a friend via Facebook this morning, I mentioned that I haven't been writing due to tiredness. Yes, I was wincing at myself for projecting such a cheap and flimsy excuse. We're all tired, we're all busy. As someone recently said to me, "Nobody has the monopoly on being busy, we're all busy." Wise words and I hold them dear to my heart. But not just dear to my heart in an airy-fairy way, I need to hold them dear to practice.

I can explain what's happened recently. I started a job 1 month ago - a consulting position. The commute from home to workplace is 3 hours/day. Originally, I was to only train onsite for a 2 week period and then start working from home. This hasn't happened due to technical obstacles beyond comprehension. I'm not the only person affected. This is a company wide known problem. Despite valiant attempts from my manager to escalate the matter, the issue regarding my remote access continues to elude, fascinate, and frustate. While at times I've been disheartened, I know that there will be a resolution.

Which brings me to the necessary commute. I don't mind the bus ride in the morning. I sip my coffee, look at the window, text, Facebook, IPOD, read magazines, read books and generally feel a sense of purpose as the wheels on the bus move toward the building. Besides, I really like, heck love, the work. It's a good fit. My colleagues are bright, witty, and focused on their work too.

Coming home on the bus is not so enjoyable. I really hate it. For some reason, the wheels don't seem to move along so smoothly. I get nauseous, irritable, and am drained of energy. I tried to bring my mini laptop with me a few times to get back to writing and it was a dismal failure of an experiment. I wrote a few paragraphs for a future Toastmasters speech and then gave up after my head started spinning and I feared the wrath of the nausea gods.

Truthfully, I don't know how to mitigate my adverse reaction to the evening commute. I've fantasized about taking sleeping pills so I can snooze through the ride (there ain't no way I'm falling asleep on my own...I possess no such ability to sleep on command), but I know that's not a serious answer. Is it psychological? Would counselling help? Yes, I'm laughing, well smirking, as I type this. I'm stumped here - I'll take suggestions.