Facil de Montar
I've felt the need to take things slow and simply over the past few days. Although I love all of the craziness I've been up to lately, I started to feel like it was infringing upon my sense of freedom. Days, even weeks in advance were becoming filled up, and I absolutely hate keeping track of that stuff. "Did I remember to write down such and such appointment?" "Oh no! I completely forgot about activity x and now I'm committed to activity y, z, q, and p!" And then, the inevitable pressure and expectations I put upon myself to be on top of *everything*. Acts of control breed further acts of control. And the hunger for control is insatiable, an addiction. Having seen my calendar filling up more rapidly than I could keep track of, I decidedly took a break and pretty much dropped out of the visible world over the last few days. It's been, in a word, heavenly.
Yesterday, after lazing in the morning's breeze through my opened windows over a cup of coffee, I began to feel reinvigorated. This made me feel ambitious and ready for a paradigm shift. And for those who have known me for a while, it will come as no surprise that I then decided it was time to move around my furniture. Specifically, I wanted the office part of my bedroom to have a larger presence than it did in its current configuration. Things were going smoothly when....against my better judgment I began moving the dilapidated bookshelf. After only a few feet, dramatically it took its last breath and fell apart completely. Let this serve as a warning concerning ambition.
Not only did I have to haul the damn bookshelf down to the dumpster, but also had to go to Wal-mart and deal with general population. And I HATE dealing with general population. Now, back sore and irritated, I need to put together a new bookshelf today so that I can remove the insane quantity of books from my floor and have a reasonable workspace again. On the plus side, my new bedroom configuration will be successful in my intentions for it and the bookshelf was under $30. This adventure again reminds me that I need a man-slave.
Yesterday, after lazing in the morning's breeze through my opened windows over a cup of coffee, I began to feel reinvigorated. This made me feel ambitious and ready for a paradigm shift. And for those who have known me for a while, it will come as no surprise that I then decided it was time to move around my furniture. Specifically, I wanted the office part of my bedroom to have a larger presence than it did in its current configuration. Things were going smoothly when....against my better judgment I began moving the dilapidated bookshelf. After only a few feet, dramatically it took its last breath and fell apart completely. Let this serve as a warning concerning ambition.
Not only did I have to haul the damn bookshelf down to the dumpster, but also had to go to Wal-mart and deal with general population. And I HATE dealing with general population. Now, back sore and irritated, I need to put together a new bookshelf today so that I can remove the insane quantity of books from my floor and have a reasonable workspace again. On the plus side, my new bedroom configuration will be successful in my intentions for it and the bookshelf was under $30. This adventure again reminds me that I need a man-slave.