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Feb. 29th, 2004 09:26 amIn the midst of the numerous irritations of the last few days, I've been thinking about a lot of things. One of them is knowing when to step away from the low-hanging fruit. It's something I went through when I first start submitting my writing for publication, and it's something I've done in other areas of my life as well. It's a good strategy for building cred and confidence, but at a given point it's an irritant and a waste of time, and I really need to start running with those instincts as opposed to waiting for them to get proved to me.
I am a control freak, and I suspect in a past life, a corporate efficiency expert. There are a lot of things I don't know how to do, and that I don't particularly know how to do, but I can often find ways to improve on nearly any process. Of course, a big part of that is the benefit of distance and not having a clue, but it's that observational tendency towards refinement that I think makes me so bloody impatient with nearly everything.
And I suppose looking at the above, A + B is why people meditate.
Meanwhile, the sun came in my window this morning and woke me up at 7. This is good news, as it means temperature aside, I'll stop feeling so goddamn mired soon. Mired in what remains to be seen.
My father called me last night while I was napping, and he was all "I'll let you go have your Saturday night, I know it's important to you." Well, Saturday night isn't important to me, at least right now, 'cause the weather is still crud and I'd been up since early, and I laughed, vaugely hysterically as I wasn't really awake and told him I'd been napping. This probably alarmed him, and it one of those things I need to play catchup to today.
I responded to a Craigslist posting where someone with dental phobia needed a dental recommendation, so I gave them mine. The note I got back included "There's a writer named Racheline Maltese, so if that's you, please know that I've enjoyed her work" which is the sort of weird I don't really know what to do with. (Right, I know, don't be a moron, say "Thank you.").
Now that I'm awake for no good reasn and have a few hours to kill before heading to Hoboken, I think I'll see if Sunburnt Cow does breakfast.
I am a control freak, and I suspect in a past life, a corporate efficiency expert. There are a lot of things I don't know how to do, and that I don't particularly know how to do, but I can often find ways to improve on nearly any process. Of course, a big part of that is the benefit of distance and not having a clue, but it's that observational tendency towards refinement that I think makes me so bloody impatient with nearly everything.
And I suppose looking at the above, A + B is why people meditate.
Meanwhile, the sun came in my window this morning and woke me up at 7. This is good news, as it means temperature aside, I'll stop feeling so goddamn mired soon. Mired in what remains to be seen.
My father called me last night while I was napping, and he was all "I'll let you go have your Saturday night, I know it's important to you." Well, Saturday night isn't important to me, at least right now, 'cause the weather is still crud and I'd been up since early, and I laughed, vaugely hysterically as I wasn't really awake and told him I'd been napping. This probably alarmed him, and it one of those things I need to play catchup to today.
I responded to a Craigslist posting where someone with dental phobia needed a dental recommendation, so I gave them mine. The note I got back included "There's a writer named Racheline Maltese, so if that's you, please know that I've enjoyed her work" which is the sort of weird I don't really know what to do with. (Right, I know, don't be a moron, say "Thank you.").
Now that I'm awake for no good reasn and have a few hours to kill before heading to Hoboken, I think I'll see if Sunburnt Cow does breakfast.
