Probably the last one of these for awhile.
I find them kind of dry, and the laundry list approach leaves something to be desired. I find it also reinforces my habit of bitter struggle, which I’d like to dispense with. I suppose if I could change my record into a weekly account of ecstatic rhapsodising, it might be a different thing, but if so, I might as well call it something different.
In any case, things are bound to get a bit more hectic again soon. I clearly need to update my resume and reenter the mainstream workforce again. I’ve heard on a few occasions that establishing a new business often takes up to three years, when it works at all, so it’ll have to be the long road to self employment for me I guess.
Which begs the question of what to do in the three years it may take to build up my business? Security is out. Work in a spa requires some niceties that would require a bit of a strain on my part. Might temp again for awhile or get back into manual labor for the summer.
If civilisation collapses in the next few years and I get to fall back on the post apocalyptic hunter gatherer skill set, I suppose I’ll be doing all right, but I doubt much of anyone else will, so I’ll set that image aside for now.
I’m feeling the pull of another insight cycle lately, and easing back into some intensive meditation. I’ve said pretty much everything about that, that I can, and it still causes confusion, so I will commend thou to the experts.
The site clearly isn’t getting updated as much as I’d like but hopefully my computer situation will get resolved within a couple weeks. In the meanwhile the pocket recorder ought to come in handy. It’s fun to explore a slightly new medium.
My gym activity has reached a tempo where I’m sore pretty much all the time, and I’m always hungry. refining my focus away from building mass I don’t need or want, towards greater strength pound-for-pound, which suits my lifestyle better. Over developed goons with limited range of motion don’t last long in knife fights. But then again, knife fights never last very long anyway. But it’s nice to be the one who drips, not the one who sprays.
…or so I’ve been told. that’s your zen koan for the day.