Morning Writer November 27, 2007

I do my best writing in the morning. Too bad I’m a night person.

I could do so much in the morning: workout, yoga, meditate, and as I mentioned above, write this thing. It’s not that I can’t get up in the morning, it’s that I can’t go to bed at night. The night just seems to call me. I stared at the moon from my couch last night until I couldn’t see it anymore. I routinely go to bed 2-3 hours later than I promise myself I would, therefore getting up with only enough time to procrastinate and arrive at work 15-45 minutes late.

I keep telling myself that through sheer force of will I can become a morning person. It’s just a habit and habits can be changed, right. Honestly I think it’s the idea of getting up early that prohibits me from doing it. It just seems like a punishment, something to dread. It’s also like I’m a little kid who doesn’t want to go to bed on time and nobody’s going to make me!

But when else to write? In the morning the brain is firing on all cylinders conscious and unconscious, my creative dream-mind is so close and still willing to let me peek at it, before the humdrum logic mind takes over with all the humdrum duties of the day. Brush your teeth, wash your face. Big deal!

It is morning. And now I have just enough time to get ready for work, and arrive about 20 minutes late. But this was fun. See you again tomorrow!

What kind of food is God? November 18, 2007

The new testament says, and I quoting my Buddhist yoga teacher, that God is Love.  Many believe that food is Love. Ergo, thus, therefore, God is food. Which begs the question: What kind of food is God?

Work November 14, 2007

I can’t write at work. Employers are happy to hear this I’m sure. But for me this causes a problem. Work is where I have the most free-time. Honestly. I spend whole days at work doing, for the most part, nothing.  That’s 8 hours of time, doing – nothing.  I visit friends, I make coffee, I make tea, I make my lunch even when I’m going out for ‘lunch’, I randomly walk through the halls, and chat with co-workers. I pace the office like a caged animal waiting for the slightest relief from the boredom.

What would self help books say about this? A SHB could

1) tell me to be thankful for what I have and be content;

2) tell me to ask for my boss for more challenging work (and more money);

3) tell me to get a new job.

I’m going with a combo of 1 & 3. I’m trying (most of the time) to be grateful for my job and the money that allows me to have an apartment AND look for another way to make a living/earn money. Notice I didn’t say ‘get a new job’.  I don’t want a new job. I want something else, something more. I want a life of adventure I want a life I can be proud of on my deathbed (deathhammock?)