Architekt Poppy Red is a beautiful ink!
Missing utensils
Alas, my trusty grapefruit knife cannot be found….
My 2022 and 2023 foci
I’m focusing 2022 on closing out as many projects as I can. In 2023, I’ll close out any that did not complete in 2022.
Work
Work: “It’s Monday! We want you product! So much to do. Go go go go!”
Also work: “Eh, yeah, we installed so many software and firmware updates to your computer over the weekend that you will spend half your day rebooting your computer. No, we aren’t moving the deadlines.”
Fixing the modern calendar
We need to rename the days of the week. Let’s begin with Monday:
Xanaxday
CBDday
Caffeineday
Ritalinday
Cialisday
Scotchday
Aspirinday
Confidence
You know how when you are in the ocean and the water is getting shallower and shallower and you feel like you are finally getting out of deep water but then suddenly you are neck deep or in over your head because you were actually on a sandbar? I’m hoping I’m not on a sandbar but I suspect I am.
The need for friends
I need to talk to someone
But I can think of no one to call
I’m not sure I even want to chat
I’d just like to know someone has my back
It’s very lonely in this crowded world
I have so many friends I haven’t seen in years
Would they listen to me discuss my fears
Or are they too caught up in their own woes
Busy, consumed in their lives
To be troubled by my troubles I keep inside
I bet they also need to talk to someone
I’d love to chat unfortunately I don’t have time
To call them back.
-DM 2022-03-09
Saturday
I have so much to do today that I’m having trouble doing anything at all.
Decluttering a day at a time
Let’s do a couple more. Recycle bin!
Decluttering one day at a time
I’m going to begin evaluating the books on my shelf. Maybe one book a day.
Let’s begin with this one. Pellissippi State 2004-2006 Catalog & Handbook.
I’m sure McKay’s would pay big bucks for this one but I’m going to put it in the recycle bin.
I creaked, I cracked, I overcame
I stretched. I did push ups. I did sit ups. I rowed 2000m. I feel amazing! I miss exercising.
A clean desk makes a calm mind
Yesterday I had so much to do in so little time. So I didn’t do anything…until I’d cleaned my desk. In the process of cleaning my desk, not only did I find everything I needed to complete my tasks but I ended up being much calmer and more organized and I dare say, happy.
Trying not to be me
It’s hard not to be me but I certainly try not to be.
I chose an interesting path
A rope hung across a great crevasse
The sign read “Caution! No way back.
This path is treacherous.
Not for the weak of heart.”
I naively and boldly ventured onto the rope
The path behind me violently closed
I looked down into the ravine
I grew weak and shaky in the knees
Looking forward I found my balance
I was okay with my life’s new purpose
Put one foot forward and stay on the rope
I picked a path that was no joke
When I look too long behind me
The rope becomes extra shaky
When I look forward to the end
The rope initially stabilizes but shakes again
When I look down at my feet
I see my troubles down below and freeze
I think I can be on this rope no more
I become dizzy and fear a fall
But when I know where I am
And look not behind or down or too far ahead
I glance only slightly presently forward
Knowing it is safe to take that step and more
A calm washes over me
Now I walk steadily
And see the beauty all around
Despite the rope which rocks beneath my feet
From this vantage I see things others will never imagine
Adventures never shared
People would not believe if I dared
Tell the tales that I have known
Amazing sights I’ve seen upon this focused path
Walking dangerously over the crevasse
I’ve grown so much stronger day by day
So much I look forward to the steps I’ll make today
Yet sometimes I wish I could turn back
The start is so far behind me
And I cannot see the end ahead
Sometimes I grow weak and weary
And the rope begins to sway
I gamble a glance toward my feet
And note the tightrope has begun to fray
Will I find my end much sooner as the rope breaks away?
Sometimes the ground quakes and ripples the rope
Occasionally winged creatures try to knock me down
Some days the wind blows hard
Others days bring cold and fog
I’ve stood drenched in rain
I’ve bled on the rope but hid the pain
Snow has turned to ice upon the rope
Every challenge trying to throw me to the depths below
Through luck and stubbornness I’ve survived
And think I’m beginning to see the other side
Could it be I am coming to the end of my path?
Could I be at the end of my rope at last?
What lies ahead on the other side?
Another path? A crossroads?
A sign that says, “Go back, it was lie.”?
Will the ground be solid under my feet?
Will there be people there for me to greet?
Will I lie down and forever sleep?
Or will I find yet another adventure?
What path will I choose?
If I find another rope hung across a great crevasse
With a cautionary sign saying “turn back!”
Will I stay upon solid ground
Or naively and boldly walk the treacherous path I’ve found?
