Yesterday and today were a little better than average. I read to my kids, snuggled some, fixed a dynamite dinner, and got a bunch of work-oriented construction done in my basement. In a dozen little ways I was a better person and happier about it. I have no idea why. I have no idea if it will last. Do I want it to? I am so accustomed to being depressed and behind. I have a hard time coping with being happy and caught up. That would be nice more often, but weird all the same.
I am doing just about zilch for Xmas this year. Such a whiner am I. Fringe benefit to being divorced - I can blow off Santa and the tree, since the boys will be at their mother's. Just some stockings and some wrapped gifts and I'll be good as gold. I hate lying about Santa anyway, so this eliminates one more hypocristy. Cool.
I like the holidays. I just resent the work.
I am doing just about zilch for Xmas this year. Such a whiner am I. Fringe benefit to being divorced - I can blow off Santa and the tree, since the boys will be at their mother's. Just some stockings and some wrapped gifts and I'll be good as gold. I hate lying about Santa anyway, so this eliminates one more hypocristy. Cool.
I like the holidays. I just resent the work.
I back-tracked through every entry trying to find out what it is your building. Either I missed it, or it's top secret.
But I didn't miss the statement about being conservative and the most risk-averse person in the room or something. This from a guy who leaves his bike at the top of a mountain, canoodles with someone else's girl, goes to the SG Anniversary party, commits deux faux pas, and comes back grinning, starts a business, might be broke come January, and yet blows off work.
Anxious, scary, thrilling, highly dramatic.
I'll give you the N and the T, but on the evidence of the energy your kids gives you, and the risky (though granted non-life threatening) interactions with the world called out above, I'd peg you for E, not I.
And that stream of consciousness about doing everything except writing the assembly instructions was not aversion, it was divergence. It smacked more of P than J. Your reason took a roundabout road, and it had to go through the 25th level of roguedom before you preceived that all was right and ready to start.
I'm cheering for you, man. You're doing alright.
Drop a line if you want another eye on those assembly instructions. My talent is to see what is not shown, hear what is not said. I'll report back with a data-driven Powerpoint pres.
Cheers.