the world ain't slowin' down ... even if i am
I often don't react as quickly as I wish I could to things. It's happened twice today.
First issue: a close friend emailed with a problem yesterday evening, but rather than responding last night I slept on it. I actually did start to respond last night, but felt totally at a loss, so sleeping on it was a conscious decision. And I gave a better answer this morning than I could have managed last night - but still, my sense is that the friend needed support in a somewhat more timely manner than I provided it, so I feel bad about that.
Second issue: another friend posted something I found alarming in his blog this afternoon, but once again I didn't feel able to respond immediately. The ability to verbalize my concern in a coherent, rational way just froze up on me. I had total writer's block - which is silly, because it wasn't like I was trying to write a sonnet for heaven's sake, just a basic "this makes me uneasy and here's why". So instead I sat on it until later this evening, after others had already replied noting pretty much the same concerns I felt upon first reading. I'm glad others came through for him ... but I wish I felt I could step up to the plate in a more timely manner. It's like I do everything on tape-delay. And that's not how life works. Sometimes things really need to be dealt with expediently, or said promptly. The perfect rejoinder isn't nearly so perfect when you think of it the next day.
Maybe it's just because it's the dead of winter, and I feel sluggish and meh. I know I get this way in the dead of winter. It happens every year about this time. It's nothing astonishing or new. There's a host of biological built-in reasons for it, and while I take measures to reduce some of the effects, the patterns of millenia aren't going to disappear entirely with a few magic light bulbs. But seeing seasonal inertia illustrated so vividly, twice in one day ... it's not helping, folks.
In other matters, who's coming to the Lansdowne Folk Club tomorrow night? Come on, you know you wanna. If even sluggish me can get moderately psyched about it, surely you can. ;)
(I was there tonight doing setup. Whee! Watch Lori get out of the house two nights in a row!)
First issue: a close friend emailed with a problem yesterday evening, but rather than responding last night I slept on it. I actually did start to respond last night, but felt totally at a loss, so sleeping on it was a conscious decision. And I gave a better answer this morning than I could have managed last night - but still, my sense is that the friend needed support in a somewhat more timely manner than I provided it, so I feel bad about that.
Second issue: another friend posted something I found alarming in his blog this afternoon, but once again I didn't feel able to respond immediately. The ability to verbalize my concern in a coherent, rational way just froze up on me. I had total writer's block - which is silly, because it wasn't like I was trying to write a sonnet for heaven's sake, just a basic "this makes me uneasy and here's why". So instead I sat on it until later this evening, after others had already replied noting pretty much the same concerns I felt upon first reading. I'm glad others came through for him ... but I wish I felt I could step up to the plate in a more timely manner. It's like I do everything on tape-delay. And that's not how life works. Sometimes things really need to be dealt with expediently, or said promptly. The perfect rejoinder isn't nearly so perfect when you think of it the next day.
Maybe it's just because it's the dead of winter, and I feel sluggish and meh. I know I get this way in the dead of winter. It happens every year about this time. It's nothing astonishing or new. There's a host of biological built-in reasons for it, and while I take measures to reduce some of the effects, the patterns of millenia aren't going to disappear entirely with a few magic light bulbs. But seeing seasonal inertia illustrated so vividly, twice in one day ... it's not helping, folks.
In other matters, who's coming to the Lansdowne Folk Club tomorrow night? Come on, you know you wanna. If even sluggish me can get moderately psyched about it, surely you can. ;)
(I was there tonight doing setup. Whee! Watch Lori get out of the house two nights in a row!)