Every so often, conversation will drift onto a subject matter which reminds me of two things.
For more than a month now I have been, at least subjectively, stable. More than stable actually, good. The past couple of days have been entirely social, but it looks like the next week or two might be more focused on work. I like this balance.
I keep trying to remember this but for some reason it seems like it never sticks in my head: getting out often is a huge boost to my productivity. There are other benefits too, like more stable moods and an overall happier baseline, but the easily measureable thing is just how much more stuff I’ve been doing.
As my friendly, neighborhood Spiderman is fond of recalling,
With great power comes great responsibility. What is missing from this statement is the fact that everyone has great power and thus everyone has an enormous responsibility to use that power wisely. For better and for worse, you can make the impossible possible.
I have been doing very well these past few days. I’ve been feeling happy, getting things done, and meeting new people, several of whom are quickly becoming friends. (That’s saying a lot for me.) I’ve barely spent much time at home for the past few days and have been going out quite regularly.
I posted this at 43 Things, too. Nevertheless, it deserves its spot on my own blog.
As I walked on West 4th, parallel to Bleeker, I kept seeing flashbacks to all the times in my life I had walked these same streets before. I saw ghosts of myself beside me and in front of me, laughing, walking, talking, joking, rushing from place to place as I knew I had in the past.
I mess up my sleep cycles once again, destroying my plans for today. Danica feels bad too. She’s almost moved out now.
In a rare moment of nearly-unbridled rage, I lash out at Danica (only verbally; I would never nor have I ever hit her). And you know what, it actually feels pretty good, too.