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There are only a few things that I do regularly which are good for my overall well-being. And I think that one of those consistent things is taking my hour long walks through the neighborhood streets, usually around midnight or so, and listening to episodes of This American Life. This American Life, if you are unfamiliar with it, is a radio program on National Public Radio that has been running for more than a decade. Each week the host, Ira Glass, introduces a theme which is explored through stories, plays, monologues, dialogues, interviews - whatever. It's these short anecdotes that thrill me as I listen to them. Particularly my amazement focuses on how often a story sounds effortless as it unfolds; the story is nothing that is coerced, but exists simply because it needs you to listen to it. Crafting a story, what talent.
This weekend was long. My god, how that prior sentence doesn't even begin to capture that dreaded interval between the beginning of the weekend and now. Boredom breeds illness. During my work week, during the moments of calm, I think of how I am wasting my time when I could be investing my life into something that will reap benefits in the future. I could be studying music theory. Learn how to invest in stocks. Explore a new area that I had never gone to before. The excuse when I hang my keys on the wall when I get home is, there is not much that I can do when it is so late at night. But when it is the weekend and you have time and space at your disposal, you feel lost. As if you are suspended in space - you could move on an X, Y, and Z axis, but you end up staying in place because you aren't sure of which way to go.
Even typing this feels like an effort.
Time to soak.
This weekend was long. My god, how that prior sentence doesn't even begin to capture that dreaded interval between the beginning of the weekend and now. Boredom breeds illness. During my work week, during the moments of calm, I think of how I am wasting my time when I could be investing my life into something that will reap benefits in the future. I could be studying music theory. Learn how to invest in stocks. Explore a new area that I had never gone to before. The excuse when I hang my keys on the wall when I get home is, there is not much that I can do when it is so late at night. But when it is the weekend and you have time and space at your disposal, you feel lost. As if you are suspended in space - you could move on an X, Y, and Z axis, but you end up staying in place because you aren't sure of which way to go.
Even typing this feels like an effort.
Time to soak.