The adventures of brain
Well, I'm lying in bed with a sore and scratchy throat and a sniffy nose, a cold I picked up sometime on Friday and could feel stirring by the time I went to bed that night. Fortunately they've invented computers you can use while lying down and barely moving, so I've been working for the last couple of hours on that programming project I posted about recently.
That was going well -- I've been trying to keep to this philosophy I picked up on the microformats wiki (thanks, Tantek) about solving small, simple goals one at a time instead of getting overwhelmed by what is in effect an enormous project, and it's paying off. It helps because this whole project baffles me at some level. Some projects I invent for myself and tell my brain we're going to work on whether it likes it or not, and some of them seem to come from elsewhere and my brain tells me that we're going to work on it whether I like it or not, and this is one of those. Only I didn't have any idea how to do it. Thanks a lot, brain.
We're working on it. It'll be good.
Actually, I'm avoiding writing about something more personal.
I had to make a difficult personal choice last night. One consequence of that choice is that I'm here in my bed with my computer and able to be productive on this problem, but partly I'm burying myself in the task to ease the melancholy.
I can, now, think of all sorts of ancillary reasons to back up why taking my sick body home was better than staying where I was, but last night all I had was a conviction and the willpower in my spine to announce that I was going, and to carry it out. I was not insensitive about it, nor unstinting in hugs, but I was direct and honest, and it is easy to see the act of leaving itself as insensitive and brutal. When I learn how to do something like this more gracefully, I will do so, but right now I'm just learning how to do it at all. I don't know the right words to say (so I chose honest ones).
I still, as I can do when I make what I think is the right choice, feel like I made the right choice, but I had to make two people upset. One of them very, very upset. It was not a popular choice, that's for sure.
My brain made it for me. Thanks a lot, brain. Even if you were right.
That was going well -- I've been trying to keep to this philosophy I picked up on the microformats wiki (thanks, Tantek) about solving small, simple goals one at a time instead of getting overwhelmed by what is in effect an enormous project, and it's paying off. It helps because this whole project baffles me at some level. Some projects I invent for myself and tell my brain we're going to work on whether it likes it or not, and some of them seem to come from elsewhere and my brain tells me that we're going to work on it whether I like it or not, and this is one of those. Only I didn't have any idea how to do it. Thanks a lot, brain.
We're working on it. It'll be good.
Actually, I'm avoiding writing about something more personal.
I had to make a difficult personal choice last night. One consequence of that choice is that I'm here in my bed with my computer and able to be productive on this problem, but partly I'm burying myself in the task to ease the melancholy.
I can, now, think of all sorts of ancillary reasons to back up why taking my sick body home was better than staying where I was, but last night all I had was a conviction and the willpower in my spine to announce that I was going, and to carry it out. I was not insensitive about it, nor unstinting in hugs, but I was direct and honest, and it is easy to see the act of leaving itself as insensitive and brutal. When I learn how to do something like this more gracefully, I will do so, but right now I'm just learning how to do it at all. I don't know the right words to say (so I chose honest ones).
I still, as I can do when I make what I think is the right choice, feel like I made the right choice, but I had to make two people upset. One of them very, very upset. It was not a popular choice, that's for sure.
My brain made it for me. Thanks a lot, brain. Even if you were right.