What was my brain busy-on all night/ Why does it sometimes take many nights to seem like I’ve actually arrived at anything consequential?
Middle of most nights it just seems dark and peacefully quiet.
And life is short, so I should golf more.
Is it really that simple?
But what about all my work?
Peace of mind, like peace between countries – requires absence of conflict.
My hemispheres aren’t feuding, are they?
Parts of me want one thing, parts of me want to do another.
I’ve played with charts, graphs and lists to little result. Venn diagrams help some, but that depends what is put in each circle.
Where is my hemispheric harmony?
While we sleep, unconscious and subconscious minds are busy at work – so when we’ve slept on it, we actually have something to show for our non-efforts. Ah, sweet benefits of sleep.
Nothing actually got done – and I know this because everything still sits there, on my priority list, on my table, spread out and sorted. Or so it seems. Disposing of, completing of and resolving so many things I face each day/week/month is that of determining if some of them are important at all. Beyond just sorting #10 from #14 on my list, or doing a cut-off at #94, there are just too many trains of thought for my number of tracks, too many ‘this is a priority’ items.
Not just ‘rather be golfing’.
With weather like this, who wants to waste great opportunities?
morning walk: 10C/51F, mostly clear, dead calm, Gusta smelled something very compelling down a dim lit path which made me nervous (wildlife folks put down a cougar not far from here yesterday) so I opted for the well lit street …
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