Exuse me, sir... Where are we now?

It has been excruciating few days. No sleep, or food, nor perk nor pleasure could distract me from the notion that seemingly nothing can be done about a problem I have. All that CAN be done is to wait and see what the future will bring - and I really hate the helplessness it implies, inefficiency it imputes to me. Walking into office this morning I was overwhelmed with a sense of closure and serenity and my thoughts tingled with a poem I read years ago, poem "Grass" by Carl Sandburg.

I was done searching for a solution already. Now I am also done waiting for a solution. I will let IT come to ME.