D10
So, divine providence intervened in the form of an 11th-hour work crisis, as such, the Yankee swap was averted. Not the parting of the Red Sea, I reckon, but at this stage I'm not one to complain.
It's remarkable the "grace under pressure" one has when one is totally and completely disaffected/decathected from what one is doing. Not a great way to live, but one that does grant some perspective. I've read quite a bit about internal resistance, but what's become increasingly of interest to me is the resistance one faces on the outside, by others, if one is trying to change. It differs by individual, but I'm sure that some people here, say, doing AM or maybe AC must see that. LTU, I think, is pretty chill inasmuch as I feel like I'm not so much trying to storm the walls of the Bastille as slip silently into the night out of some Turkish prison. How's that for raising the bar?
In other news ... perhaps it is too early to tell, but I do feel a greater degree of balance and, significantly, growing resolve to work to improve things. I'm a big one for instant gratification, so the notion that I might have to do more work than I've already done to get anywhere imparts a sense of commitment/obligation that's feeling a little blase. To the point, I'd prefer "Tiffany" and "Amber" to show up at the front door with a bottle of Captain Morgan's and help me work through my "issues."
So, divine providence intervened in the form of an 11th-hour work crisis, as such, the Yankee swap was averted. Not the parting of the Red Sea, I reckon, but at this stage I'm not one to complain.
It's remarkable the "grace under pressure" one has when one is totally and completely disaffected/decathected from what one is doing. Not a great way to live, but one that does grant some perspective. I've read quite a bit about internal resistance, but what's become increasingly of interest to me is the resistance one faces on the outside, by others, if one is trying to change. It differs by individual, but I'm sure that some people here, say, doing AM or maybe AC must see that. LTU, I think, is pretty chill inasmuch as I feel like I'm not so much trying to storm the walls of the Bastille as slip silently into the night out of some Turkish prison. How's that for raising the bar?
In other news ... perhaps it is too early to tell, but I do feel a greater degree of balance and, significantly, growing resolve to work to improve things. I'm a big one for instant gratification, so the notion that I might have to do more work than I've already done to get anywhere imparts a sense of commitment/obligation that's feeling a little blase. To the point, I'd prefer "Tiffany" and "Amber" to show up at the front door with a bottle of Captain Morgan's and help me work through my "issues."
"I dunno. I didn't go into Burger King." -- Pulp Fiction
