Problems are a lot easier to create than they ever are to solve.
I shaved in the shower this morning, as I always do, but I leave the clean up tricky parts for later when I’m looking in the mirror. Forgot to do the clean up trick part, and now I’m sitting in the window of Atlantis and the whole city of Regina is looking at me. Cars on the street are stopping to stare. I can see ‘em from two blocks away, watching me, pointing and talking about me. They’re saying, “Look at that guy in the window of Atlantis! He forgot to do the clean up tricky parts in the mirror.”
My hoodie smells like campfire. I was hanging out in Shawn’s backyard over the weekend, drinking beer, and burning wood in his fire pit. Shawn was there too. It was a good time. Gotta do more of that… making time for old friends.
I had a hellova time trying to keep my head screwed on straight yesterday. I was doing a gross margin calculation based on numbers from a cash flow forecast I prepared. I know how to do these things, but I really really don’t like to. It’s like my brain refused to cooperate with the mission because I didn’t consult it first. I eventually just threw my arms up in the air and said fuckit! Found my couch, turned on some music, closed my eyes and did some meditating for 10 minutes or so. The calculations went much smoother after that.
This is purgatory. Work on a proposal and put it out the door. Over and over again I do that, and at the same time, doing as much as I can to keep my options open for the future. It’s hard to tell the difference between being productive and spinning my wheels.
I have good days and bad days. This is a good day. The headspace is in a good place. I smell like a campfire and I can look forward to shaving when I get home. After that, maybe I’ll put another proposal out the door.