Adjust the schedule. I wake up earlier than anyone and still don’t get to work on time. Good air conditioning, Claude. I’m compulsively against mornings, but I hate exercising in the evenings so it has to be the mornings. Should ban myself from the computer, from the books, just get up, walk briskly, meditate, hop in the shower, and then if there is time, go read a bit. Schedule the big shit first and all of the little shit falls in. We are hopelessly overwhelmed with information. In my job for sure, but in my spare time, so big shit first.
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100 Words, American Culture, Day Job, Depression, Etudes, Exercise, Experimental Fiction, Failure, Flash Fiction, Idealism, Information Age, Meditation, Micro Fiction, Purpose, Reading, recovery, Shit, Spirituality, Time
This is further material for the Who I Want to Be effort:
My title has some of my typical sarcasm, and I suppose it is not funny in the least bit. Everything I let out of my mind is far too dependent upon the stability of my mind.
Yesterday, I had the best day I have had since April 24th of last year (tee hee – love saying this on January 1). On April 24th, I remember thinking that the depression had completely lifted and I was finally a free man, and I could not remember being a happier man, but I woke up to a 25th that was even worse than the 23rd, worse because I had been newly reminded of what it might be like to be sane and healthy in a crazy world. Yesterday was not like the 24th because I could feel the heavy blanket throughout the day, but I started feeling moments when I actually had that joie de vivre. Read the rest of this entry »
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Alcoholism, American Culture, Carl Rogers, Compassion, Day Job, Depression, Exercise, Failure, Fear, God, Idealism, Meditation, Mission Statement, New Year's resolution, On Becoming a Person, Purpose, recovery, Seeking God, Younger Next Year
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