control freak
When I think of my habit of fussing with minutiae for minutes and hours to questionable effect, I become concerned that my tedious meticulosity and perfectionist tendencies have somehow become fused with my propensity for procrastination. In those moments I realize I’m not getting any younger and I feel that all my efforts really need to be leveled at shedding those concrete shoes that seem so painfully logical and stable.
For example: Is all this trouble really necessary? Or is such detailed mastery of an alcoholic ritual truly worth the time and effort put forth?
Oh, to find a balance. I wish I were more like the skateboarder John Cardiel who seems to gain more control the faster he propels himself headlong at transitions, pavement and frightening obstacles. I’m not sure where I’m going with all this but perhaps that is precisely the problem. I want to be going somewhere. I want my efforts to travel. I want to gain ground – not lay claim, but to make time. I’m fed up with talking and it really is time to make it happen. Still, I can’t abandon who I am. That doesn’t mean I don’t have some surprises left, even for myself.
I think I’m feverish. Time for some liquids and then bed. Oh yeah, I do not want to criticize negatively or hatefully i.e. if you’re not part of the solution you’re part of the problem so let me clarify… I definitely think there is an audience for that crazy ass recipe above. Everyone has a different problem they’re trying to solve. Apply your solutions liberally or as needed. (dook dook dook)
19 May 2003, 22:57 ::
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