snap decision
You know what? I'm getting sick of myself. This is no self-esteem thing; this is a long-overdue follow-up to my promise to myself to try to increase my attention span ("hyperactive mayfly") and write "fluently, extemporaneously, and often on a subject other than myself."
I feel a helluva lot better when I'm not spending too much time in front of a screen of any sort. The past few weeks have shown me that the ol' noggin can still percolate just fine. A taste of that feeling makes me want it-more frequently, with more crackle and fire and breath and air-and it's time I quit whining about it and actually made it happen. I subsist on brain-margarine from 9:30-6 five days a week and I can't afford to let my click-reflex leisure pick up where the job signs off for the day.
This is not exactly a swearing-off of LJ, just a general announcement that if I'm not around as much, "it's not you, it's me."
I feel a helluva lot better when I'm not spending too much time in front of a screen of any sort. The past few weeks have shown me that the ol' noggin can still percolate just fine. A taste of that feeling makes me want it-more frequently, with more crackle and fire and breath and air-and it's time I quit whining about it and actually made it happen. I subsist on brain-margarine from 9:30-6 five days a week and I can't afford to let my click-reflex leisure pick up where the job signs off for the day.
This is not exactly a swearing-off of LJ, just a general announcement that if I'm not around as much, "it's not you, it's me."