We all need to take care of ourselves, but I’ve also heard it said ‘no man is an island’. So we have to take care of each other when we can.
I don’t do a good job taking care of myself most of the time. I eat too much. I sleep too much. I don’t let myself do the things I really enjoy enough. Most of the activities I spend my time on at the moment are things I do because they are easy.
I don’t know if I really enjoy playing Hearthstone. I know I like a good session of writing a lot better. But which is easier. Which carries no real risk? That’s right, Blizzard’s addictive game. Even if I lose at Hearthstone its just a game. For some reason the fear I feel from writing has grown.
That boil needs to be punctured at some point. So its time to face the fear, and carefully, deftly, pop its bloody bubble.
I have grown used to second best (Then my mind corrects me: third best. I also need to read more).
The internet is an empty vessel when one approaches it without mindfulness. The empty page is a demon when viewed with a mind full of fear. A vessel appears harmless but it can fill up with your blood (Or, in this case, time). A demon is less pleasant to behold, but it if cannot consume you, in te end you will be stronger for confronting it.
I don’t really believe in demons, but I have seen the leech-like effect of social webpages. I have seen days vanish into their gaping mouths. And like some madman I continue to feed my time to them. I’ll still be present on facebook and twitter. But the time has come to limit my time on those sites, given how little I produce on both of them.
This has been a relatively undepressed night post. How about that?
I’ll see you in December. Happy holidays! Take care.