I'm feeling oppressed by circumstance. This really says
more about my mood than about whether life is really being
especially unfair to me lately, but I'm feeling extra-whiny
today. (Recognizing that, I'll resist the temptation to
write the whole list of minor woes.)
But I'm certainly entertained that
cortejo
turned my latest QotD into a
poll.
I need to get to Bowie tonight, but between one thing and
another and feeling half-dead, and with incoming weather of
the dreaded "wintery mix" sort, and the fact that it's already
starting to get late, I dunno ... (Then again, will it be
any better trying to get out tomorrow? I guess it depends on
how warm it gets.) I'll see how I feel in an hour or so,
and probably decide to wait until tomorrow anyhow.
Recording session coming up on Saturday. It looks like
we're pretty close to having all the parts recorded.
I nmeed to go to the nail salon tomorrow. Must put new
strings on the 6-string. And I ought to figure out what
the apropriate amount of beating myself up is for blowing a
deadline badly enough to screw up somebody else's week. I'm
frustrated about not being able to trust my own body.
I am in some important ways too stubborn for my own good.
I don't want to be helpless, I don't want to be sick, I
don't want to be limited ... so I fail to recognize my limits.
I need to learn to recognize when I'm losing a battle with
my body, my limits, and bring myself to give up and tell
people I can't finish something. But -- reasonable or not
-- that makes me feel like a failure. So I resist because
of fear of how bad it'll make me feel, fail harder but more
slowly, and ... feh.
Okay, try to fix one thing at a time, right. *sigh*