08-20-2019, 01:24 PM
Third day of break beginning. Started getting work done on that thraslation jerb I've been procrastinating on. Due to all that procrastination, I do have my work cut out for me, but I've done bigger jobs on shorter deadlines way back. The work itself is progressing pretty smoothly, though. Kinda tired physically by now, but I'll try to get some more work done on it at home, and then continue at the library tomorrow.
Honestly? I don't think I ever want to translate anything again unless it's something I do because I actually want to do it (so f. in. I feel that a given work *should* be translated into one of my languages, and I find the prospect of working on it intellectually stimulating as well), not because I want the monies.
I've been feeling pretty well these past couple of days, although I am getting moments of intense anger (but by now, I have learned how to deal with it), which are usually a response to some sorta fear getting tackled (it goes somewhat like this: I start feeling this "pulling" sensation coming up from one of my feet or down from my heart, which I assume is FRM trying to remove it, and then it goes to my liver, whereupon I gotsa deal with it or struggle with being angry and/or sangry - so sad + angry
- for an extended period of time, as well as deal with an unpleasant physical sensation of heaviness in that region. Once something gets dealt with, I feel a *poof* and feel as if a pretty big weight got removed).
Feeling a lot of wonky sensations going on in the root region yet again - although this may be compounded by the fact that I went to work with my vocal coach today in the morning, and kinda tired out my pelvic floor muscles while I was at it, lol (she still seems a little bit testy with me, but it's waaaay improved from a couple of months ago. I knew taking a little break from working together would do some good). The sensations are actually kinda pleasant TBH.
Random musing of the day (but of great import for me!):
You know what would be really nice? If people stopped treating me like an object for the sublimation of their unresolved and unanalyzed complexes, and started treating me like a living, breathing (and - most importantly - *thinking*) human being, with emotions and stuff, you know?
The only type of sublimation of this kind I may be willing to tolerate is if a lovely lady decided to sublimate such stuff through fun sexy times. They could even call me daddy if they want to, I don't judge, lol.
Honestly? I don't think I ever want to translate anything again unless it's something I do because I actually want to do it (so f. in. I feel that a given work *should* be translated into one of my languages, and I find the prospect of working on it intellectually stimulating as well), not because I want the monies.
I've been feeling pretty well these past couple of days, although I am getting moments of intense anger (but by now, I have learned how to deal with it), which are usually a response to some sorta fear getting tackled (it goes somewhat like this: I start feeling this "pulling" sensation coming up from one of my feet or down from my heart, which I assume is FRM trying to remove it, and then it goes to my liver, whereupon I gotsa deal with it or struggle with being angry and/or sangry - so sad + angry
- for an extended period of time, as well as deal with an unpleasant physical sensation of heaviness in that region. Once something gets dealt with, I feel a *poof* and feel as if a pretty big weight got removed).Feeling a lot of wonky sensations going on in the root region yet again - although this may be compounded by the fact that I went to work with my vocal coach today in the morning, and kinda tired out my pelvic floor muscles while I was at it, lol (she still seems a little bit testy with me, but it's waaaay improved from a couple of months ago. I knew taking a little break from working together would do some good). The sensations are actually kinda pleasant TBH.
Random musing of the day (but of great import for me!):
You know what would be really nice? If people stopped treating me like an object for the sublimation of their unresolved and unanalyzed complexes, and started treating me like a living, breathing (and - most importantly - *thinking*) human being, with emotions and stuff, you know?
The only type of sublimation of this kind I may be willing to tolerate is if a lovely lady decided to sublimate such stuff through fun sexy times. They could even call me daddy if they want to, I don't judge, lol.
"A man who is doing his True Will has the inertia of the Universe to assist him." - A. Crowley
