Commitments and Contenders
I've resigned myself to the grueling fate of papers and homework and other things, oh my. I probably won't be writing as much in this journal for a few weeks as before (you know, everyday), and I'll defintely let you know if I am hit by a car, or accidentally walk down an intersection in Chicago at just the precise moment when a scaffold decides to fall - I'll let you know, so don't worry.
As for journaling, I want to up the ante. I want to stop complaining about things, and stop putting in web pages, and stop being inconsistent. One thing about my life that always bothers me is my inconsistency. I start projects and then don't finish them. I continue to change my style of doing things. Now, I'm not saying these are bad things - but as they are part of my inconsistency, I want to change that into consistency.
Perhaps it's easiest to be consistently inconsistent, rather than inconsistently consistent. I'd choose the latter over the former in any circumstance. Our lives are built from the choices we make, and that in turn, is how we appear.
I really need to finish a number of papers, including my history of the church, and about nine other papers that will need to be finished by the end of this semester in the next few weeks. I also want to write better journal entries. Better journal entries mean longer, more detailed stories about my life day-to-day. I've discovered that I put too much of myself in too many places.
Something I've learned in recent weeks is that people who get things done do so in a concentrated fashion - they work on one thing, until it is finished. They do not start up seven weblogs in one week, and they do not take on the task of eight classes in one semester, plus the promise of writing a novel, journaling, indexing four years of writing material, maintaining a pen pal connection with seven pen pals, work at three jobs on campus, and work on outlining three more novels, as well as a self-inspired world, while trying to maintain a social life which includes dinners, movies, book discussions, bar hops, and seven hour roleplaying sessions. Oh, not to mention trying to pay off school, applying to the Peace Corps, applying to graduate school, studying for the GRE, playing Diablo 2, browsing the internet for a few hours per day, alpha testing for Lost Isles, oh, and of course, eating. Oh! I almost forgot - trying to categorize and sell over 200 personal books.
It's times like this when the reset button really helps. Too bad we aren't video game systems.
As for journaling, I want to up the ante. I want to stop complaining about things, and stop putting in web pages, and stop being inconsistent. One thing about my life that always bothers me is my inconsistency. I start projects and then don't finish them. I continue to change my style of doing things. Now, I'm not saying these are bad things - but as they are part of my inconsistency, I want to change that into consistency.
Perhaps it's easiest to be consistently inconsistent, rather than inconsistently consistent. I'd choose the latter over the former in any circumstance. Our lives are built from the choices we make, and that in turn, is how we appear.
I really need to finish a number of papers, including my history of the church, and about nine other papers that will need to be finished by the end of this semester in the next few weeks. I also want to write better journal entries. Better journal entries mean longer, more detailed stories about my life day-to-day. I've discovered that I put too much of myself in too many places.
Something I've learned in recent weeks is that people who get things done do so in a concentrated fashion - they work on one thing, until it is finished. They do not start up seven weblogs in one week, and they do not take on the task of eight classes in one semester, plus the promise of writing a novel, journaling, indexing four years of writing material, maintaining a pen pal connection with seven pen pals, work at three jobs on campus, and work on outlining three more novels, as well as a self-inspired world, while trying to maintain a social life which includes dinners, movies, book discussions, bar hops, and seven hour roleplaying sessions. Oh, not to mention trying to pay off school, applying to the Peace Corps, applying to graduate school, studying for the GRE, playing Diablo 2, browsing the internet for a few hours per day, alpha testing for Lost Isles, oh, and of course, eating. Oh! I almost forgot - trying to categorize and sell over 200 personal books.
It's times like this when the reset button really helps. Too bad we aren't video game systems.