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Nov. 7th, 2014 08:43 amCoffee place is 400% more crowded on Friday. They still have their halloween decorations up.
I'm embarrassed here at the end of my staycation. I've had a week off and done NOTHING with it. I actually spent LESS time with friends than I often do during the week, worked out less overall (well it is down week), I still worked an hour or more every day, and I barely got any chores done at all.
What did I do with all my time? What is the difference between working and not working? Should I be ashamed that I have no hobbies and am happy to spend my time quiet, or rejoice that my needs are simple and I can be happy while working for a living? Maybe I should be happy to be a mammal that doesn't need to live in fear of bear attacks and write the rest off as a mismatch of biology with modern living. I should probably develop some interest into more of an active hobby (but not make up hobbies for the sheer sake of having them - that's lamer than doing nothing).
It occurs to me I am actively involved in politics, but it's not really social. I'm proud of trying to make a tiny difference, but that peer group remains the undiagnosed and medicated insane, bitter old people, and...me.
Things I got done: recaulked that part of the tub that was growing mildew (resistant my ass), investigated but didn't fix a gap that may be allowing air into my ceiling/hvac area, clean sinks and the bathroom floor, laundry actually put away instead of worn off the drying rack, cortisone shot in my pelvis, more workout time and food with workout buds. Ran slow 2 miles.
Played a lot of starcraft over and over and over again. Slept a lot more than usual. Lots.
I did spend 4-8 hours shopping but I bought virtually nothing.
Shit not even done: restore headlights, fix car body work, fix car mechanical work, go to canaydia, patch that hole in the ceiling that lets air into hvac area, research stocks, buy/sell/plan dates-or-conditions for stock buy/sell orders, clean and reseat computer thingys, clean the rest of the house (what is a vacuum?)
Noticed Kel, for my bitching about her auto-posts, ran 8 miles. I have a bunch of friends who regularly run 10 miles. I can barely run 2. Not mad, kinda proud of my friends, not sure I can up running while lifting. It's something to observe.
Realized I set another week of time off for the first week of Dec, but have a conference during that week (phone). That could be a problem (I think I can just print / save notes and phone).
I swear I'm constantly dissatisfied, which is a motivator and perhaps healthy as long as I'm not unhappy or paralyzed, but when I'm objective I recognize I'm lucky to have the problems I do.
I have most of my health, though I whine that I can only occasionally lift 3-400 lbs.
I feel poor but have liveable income and savings.
My huge gorgeous house isn't done yet - I own 2 houses.
I'm not dating 10 people 10 weeks after I got single. Seriously, I've spent months feeling ugly and single and I'm what...dissatisfied now? Lack of perspective.
I have time off and my work is acceptable, getting rave reviews in writing, and enjoy my job. Seriously, I enjoy my work.
What's to complain about? Burrs in my saddle much?
Coffee + time + computer = introspection.
I'm embarrassed here at the end of my staycation. I've had a week off and done NOTHING with it. I actually spent LESS time with friends than I often do during the week, worked out less overall (well it is down week), I still worked an hour or more every day, and I barely got any chores done at all.
What did I do with all my time? What is the difference between working and not working? Should I be ashamed that I have no hobbies and am happy to spend my time quiet, or rejoice that my needs are simple and I can be happy while working for a living? Maybe I should be happy to be a mammal that doesn't need to live in fear of bear attacks and write the rest off as a mismatch of biology with modern living. I should probably develop some interest into more of an active hobby (but not make up hobbies for the sheer sake of having them - that's lamer than doing nothing).
It occurs to me I am actively involved in politics, but it's not really social. I'm proud of trying to make a tiny difference, but that peer group remains the undiagnosed and medicated insane, bitter old people, and...me.
Things I got done: recaulked that part of the tub that was growing mildew (resistant my ass), investigated but didn't fix a gap that may be allowing air into my ceiling/hvac area, clean sinks and the bathroom floor, laundry actually put away instead of worn off the drying rack, cortisone shot in my pelvis, more workout time and food with workout buds. Ran slow 2 miles.
Played a lot of starcraft over and over and over again. Slept a lot more than usual. Lots.
I did spend 4-8 hours shopping but I bought virtually nothing.
Shit not even done: restore headlights, fix car body work, fix car mechanical work, go to canaydia, patch that hole in the ceiling that lets air into hvac area, research stocks, buy/sell/plan dates-or-conditions for stock buy/sell orders, clean and reseat computer thingys, clean the rest of the house (what is a vacuum?)
Noticed Kel, for my bitching about her auto-posts, ran 8 miles. I have a bunch of friends who regularly run 10 miles. I can barely run 2. Not mad, kinda proud of my friends, not sure I can up running while lifting. It's something to observe.
Realized I set another week of time off for the first week of Dec, but have a conference during that week (phone). That could be a problem (I think I can just print / save notes and phone).
I swear I'm constantly dissatisfied, which is a motivator and perhaps healthy as long as I'm not unhappy or paralyzed, but when I'm objective I recognize I'm lucky to have the problems I do.
I have most of my health, though I whine that I can only occasionally lift 3-400 lbs.
I feel poor but have liveable income and savings.
My huge gorgeous house isn't done yet - I own 2 houses.
I'm not dating 10 people 10 weeks after I got single. Seriously, I've spent months feeling ugly and single and I'm what...dissatisfied now? Lack of perspective.
I have time off and my work is acceptable, getting rave reviews in writing, and enjoy my job. Seriously, I enjoy my work.
What's to complain about? Burrs in my saddle much?
Coffee + time + computer = introspection.
