I think 2013’s mantra will be: work better, not faster.
Seems doable. A friend once said, you ain’t built for speed, are ya?
I’m going to see what I can do about tracking my speed, see if I can read 95 books in the year. I am in the midst of 6 with another dozen nearby. The thing is finishing one instead of getting bored.
Predictable things have an appeal, once you can laugh at them. Any pattern seems to self-satirize pretty quickly.
Me and trips come to mind. I like the idea of vacation, but as soon as it comes to pinning down tickets, I get cold feet. I want to put my will in order, write letters to those I don’t contact often enough, wrap up projects so they are tidy for executors to deal with.
It’s not inconsistent since I like being in grocery stores but I can delay leaving the house for days. But it’s strange because there isn’t a time when I had a wretched time and regretted going. I have yet to die in a single outting or vacation. So why the reluctance?
I’m a homebody. I like to plant myself, marvel at some angle.
For a certain part of vacation I like to stay in one place and settle.
[Gratuitous cat video courtesy of Presurfer]
I can explore later once the wobbles of new abate. Once I’m away and have a home base I can potter about for weeks, contentedly and then shortly never want to leave again.
Or am I homebody? People tell me I go out to more events than the average person. I don’t mind planes. I have more expectation of death and violence for walking on a sidewalk or being in a car.
Is it that I have a bad case of inertia? Whenever I’m inside, why would I ever want to go outdoors? Once dragged outside and walking about, why is anyone ever indoors?
In other news, a new blog in town, Mind Matters about mental health. Watch that spot.
And inside-fridge art because why shouldn’t your produce also get the edifying benefits of seeing art?
Notable Quotable: “You’ve been criticizing yourself for years, and it hasn’t worked. Try approving of yourself and see what happens.” ~ Louise L Hay, motivational author