Time is a curious thing. I have come to the conclusion that it is an essentially human construct that has very limited meaning. It is the only way I can fully explain why it seems to move so slowly or so quickly. I mention it because it was not too very long ago that I bemoaned feeling boredom and a sense of lacking something compelling with which to occupy “my time”. Looking back, there was an extraordinary amount of things happening and I was horrifically “busy” which just seems to further prove the point.
I had a coffee date with a fellow some time ago during which we exchanged a look into our respective “typical days” and, when I had finished talking about one of mine, he said, “How the hell do you have time to do anything? You are ridiculously busy.” I thought he was being facetious because I felt bored and under-utilized. Later still, it occurred to me that I push myself too hard and it is very likely that what I consider ‘proper utilization’ is way over the top.
The thing that brings this ramble about is a brief and somewhat cursory look at my schedule these days and, of course, the realization that I have damn good reason to feel “mildly busy”:
- I’m working 10 to 14 hours days.
- I’m pulling a full course load/semester of college classes.
- I’m helping a new friend get online (design, concept, registration, installation, configuration, and implementation of her work and writings as well as tutoring on blogging, seo, and online marketing concepts).
- I’m continuing to consolidate the ridiculous archive of life, art, writing, et al here.
- I’m rolling on with having bartered the iMAC away for completion of the right sleeve tattoo and a small, neutral colored one on the back of my right hand (more on this another time).
- I’m entering what I believe will be a new relationship (!!! more on THIS another time as well).
- I’m juggling finances in anticipation of some amount of change after the new year (possibly rearranging some things).
And, of course, the above doesn’t include the fairly regular stream of interpersonal activity with co-workers or friends and family (local and long-distance).
So, sitting here feeling “mildly bored”, I decided to have a laugh at myself by listing all of this out and generally reminding myself that just because my mind wants more to chew on doesn’t mean it’s a good idea to hand it more to do.
Postus-interruptus: A phone call from the new fella. Several things revealed and a few that were unexpected. Perhaps I’m wrong about line item number 6. I suddenly have that annoyed “see? you let yourself do it again and it is happening again… do you never learn?” feeling (which I detest). Sigh. Not going into it. Not now, anyway.
So then. No longer mildly bored, as my mind is now happily chewing on the results of the phone call and the various threads of the pattern in play. I suppose I’ll follow it to each of its various ends and, when I feel I have a full grasp of them, decide what, if anything, to do with or about it.
Not much more to say. Another cloudy, semi-rainy Sunday in Seattle. Life is what you make of it and I think, today, I intend to make enjoyment.
Hope your day goes well.