A third of the way through. I think previously I might have done quarterly checkpoint, but, for this year, thirds seemed appropriate.
Honestly, it’s flown by. A lot of it has been due to various medical things, but I’ve also been busier working than I have in an awful long time.
I really can’t, however, still find a time to really get away and relax.
Today’s thing was similar to what I had Saturday, but with less time to reflect on it all.
I think, at one time, I would have been more annoyed that I really don’t have a chance to enjoy the fruits of my success.
At the same time, I really wonder how much time I’d take patting myself on the back for the successes; I’d just do what I normally do.
Part of what I was listening to either today or yesterday was a discussion of delayed gratification.
But what of when you’ve become so adept at delay that there ultimately isn’t any gratification?
I could say something about the futility of the ritualistic habits, but I’m not sure what to say. I just do what I do.
And maybe I’ll always be that way.
After I finish what I have to do tonight, I should be off for four days without any work to do. Can I figure out how to enjoy that?
I don’t know.
*looks at the news*
Yeah, nothing worth really talking about.
*Look at what I wrote one year ago*
I was waiting to meet with a doctor. Go figure.
*Let’s look at five years ago*
I actually am not seeing anything for 11/10/2016. Interesting.
Even more interesting? I probably won’t leave the house, now, until the day after Thanksgiving.
I am okay with this.