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a month of sundays
Jun. 18th, 2001 07:20 amI've never enjoyed Sundays. They're supposed to be a day of rest and relaxation, but because I'm such a procrastinator, I often have these huge tasks still left undone on Sundays that hang over my head like a dark cloud. They're usually tasks that I've put off for most or all of the previous week, are heinously overdue, and must be done on Sunday in order to be ready for work the next day.
So what did I do yesterday? B and I finished stripping the deck and we applied a coat of primer to the whole thing. Then we had KFC and went to see Moulin Rouge (if you thought Romeo and Juliet was weird, look out when you watch this one. Baz Luhrmann was smoking some funky shit when he dreamed up this show). The plan was for me to do some work after we returned from the movie, but we were both pretty tired from a long day of work so we went to bed instead. I got a fairly good sleep until I was awakened by a bad dream at 5. It's 7 now, and I'm still awake, after having made B her breakfast and sent her off to work. And The Task still awaits, and here I am at my journal. I guess I can't fight going towards my natural inclination.
While I was surfing this morning, waiting for B to wake up and procrastinating against The Task even more, I came across by fluke yet another person with whom I share a very similar outlook. I'm always uplifted by meeting people like this, because it reassures me that we're littered all over the world, ready to be forces for cosmic good at the drop of a hat. I mean, we are all basically born with that potential, but so many of us block out that aspect of ourselves in favour of other silly things. Not that the silly things are bad things, mind you - I often have dreams of owning a Porsche 911 Turbo, myself - but lots of people seem to be chasing those things as ends in and of themselves in their life paths. And you know, that's not a bad thing either, but I enjoy more being with people who can see through those pursuits to the commonality and spirituality that exists beneath and beyond those external trappings. That's just the way I am.
Chatty entry this morning, but I should really leave soon and go downstairs to work. The Task awaits, in spades, and I don't think I can postpone it by even another half-day. When your boss starts saying things like 'the cost of your operation cannot exceed the revenues generated,' it's time to generate a proper report that justifies your existence.
But what an onerous task this shall be. It's so hard to do something when your heart's not in it. Sometimes, no matter what, it feels like you need an external stimulus of some kind. The truly enlightened among us would see through their own hang-ups about it and just do the damned task, but... in the end, I suppose it's also good to have reminders that we're not all the way there, yet. We never are, and we need these things to bring us back down to earth once in awhile.
Unless I just decided not to come back down to earth, I suppose...
No, I shouldn't do that yet. If I can keep this job for longer, I should try. It's easy, and it pays well, and it affords me the luxury of working from home. There's no good reason why I should sabotage that prematurely.
AUGH!
I'm leaving now...
So what did I do yesterday? B and I finished stripping the deck and we applied a coat of primer to the whole thing. Then we had KFC and went to see Moulin Rouge (if you thought Romeo and Juliet was weird, look out when you watch this one. Baz Luhrmann was smoking some funky shit when he dreamed up this show). The plan was for me to do some work after we returned from the movie, but we were both pretty tired from a long day of work so we went to bed instead. I got a fairly good sleep until I was awakened by a bad dream at 5. It's 7 now, and I'm still awake, after having made B her breakfast and sent her off to work. And The Task still awaits, and here I am at my journal. I guess I can't fight going towards my natural inclination.
While I was surfing this morning, waiting for B to wake up and procrastinating against The Task even more, I came across by fluke yet another person with whom I share a very similar outlook. I'm always uplifted by meeting people like this, because it reassures me that we're littered all over the world, ready to be forces for cosmic good at the drop of a hat. I mean, we are all basically born with that potential, but so many of us block out that aspect of ourselves in favour of other silly things. Not that the silly things are bad things, mind you - I often have dreams of owning a Porsche 911 Turbo, myself - but lots of people seem to be chasing those things as ends in and of themselves in their life paths. And you know, that's not a bad thing either, but I enjoy more being with people who can see through those pursuits to the commonality and spirituality that exists beneath and beyond those external trappings. That's just the way I am.
Chatty entry this morning, but I should really leave soon and go downstairs to work. The Task awaits, in spades, and I don't think I can postpone it by even another half-day. When your boss starts saying things like 'the cost of your operation cannot exceed the revenues generated,' it's time to generate a proper report that justifies your existence.
But what an onerous task this shall be. It's so hard to do something when your heart's not in it. Sometimes, no matter what, it feels like you need an external stimulus of some kind. The truly enlightened among us would see through their own hang-ups about it and just do the damned task, but... in the end, I suppose it's also good to have reminders that we're not all the way there, yet. We never are, and we need these things to bring us back down to earth once in awhile.
Unless I just decided not to come back down to earth, I suppose...
No, I shouldn't do that yet. If I can keep this job for longer, I should try. It's easy, and it pays well, and it affords me the luxury of working from home. There's no good reason why I should sabotage that prematurely.
AUGH!
I'm leaving now...
