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Recursive mirrors
Apr. 29th, 2002 11:43 pmOr, sometimes I worry about my worry. And sometimes, I worry about that, too.
My most recent resolutions are proving trickier than expected.The more traditionally timed resolution (being more scutable) is moving along nicely (with a nice kick in the ass some time back); why can't this one start with the positive inertia the other has gathered? Surely physics is on my side in this; where's my sliderule?
The abandonment of unnecessary constructions is something I thought would be steady going; I'm usually as productive as those elves who make shoes when you leave snacks out when it comes to mental-only work. The calcification of many years is proving less willing to shatter at my yelling at it than I had hoped (Muad'Dib I'm not). Naturally, this failure, and the fact that I possess these constructions in the first place, make wonderful tools for self-flagellation. Now that's something at which I excel!
The desire to improve nonverbal communication is going slooooooowly... and I hate feeling slow. Soon the short yellow bus will be honking its horn for me, I fear. Speaking with the giantslayer makes me less nervous about both my fear of misperception/miscommunication with others, and with her on this matter. So, somewhat less angst, but no less impatience on my part.
I think this is basically impatience, all this whining. I have an idea of where I'd like to be, so why can't I just be there? Things in my life are far from bad (save for the drudgery for The Cow), but I can sense better just around the corner...
My most recent resolutions are proving trickier than expected.The more traditionally timed resolution (being more scutable) is moving along nicely (with a nice kick in the ass some time back); why can't this one start with the positive inertia the other has gathered? Surely physics is on my side in this; where's my sliderule?
The abandonment of unnecessary constructions is something I thought would be steady going; I'm usually as productive as those elves who make shoes when you leave snacks out when it comes to mental-only work. The calcification of many years is proving less willing to shatter at my yelling at it than I had hoped (Muad'Dib I'm not). Naturally, this failure, and the fact that I possess these constructions in the first place, make wonderful tools for self-flagellation. Now that's something at which I excel!
The desire to improve nonverbal communication is going slooooooowly... and I hate feeling slow. Soon the short yellow bus will be honking its horn for me, I fear. Speaking with the giantslayer makes me less nervous about both my fear of misperception/miscommunication with others, and with her on this matter. So, somewhat less angst, but no less impatience on my part.
I think this is basically impatience, all this whining. I have an idea of where I'd like to be, so why can't I just be there? Things in my life are far from bad (save for the drudgery for The Cow), but I can sense better just around the corner...
