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"Right here, right now
There is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
Watching the world wake up from history"
--Jesus Jones
And then there are days like today. From one point of view, things didn't go well. I crashed about 7:30 last night and didn't want to wake up when the alarm went off. Strange dreams involving previous women in my life, a campground bungalow setting, and finally crossing traffic on foot to walk across the Oakland Bay Bridge kept me from wanting to join the land of the living.
I'd left a message for my boss saying I'd be in later and to call if she needed help with anything. About 9:10 she did. Half awake, I talked her through installing a program and setting up some desktop icons. I guess now I know I can do tech support even in my sleep.
Upon actually getting my butt out of bed, I started getting ready only to find that Gwen was still away with the car. I got half dressed and put away some laundry. Gwen showed up. We ate. I missed one BART train. Got into work about 11:45. Computers in the office were still having problems, so I started in on them. Got a brief chance to check out the fitness center in the building during their open house. Then back to work on more computer problems.
I took leave for the morning hours that got me out around 4 o'clock. Just prior to leaving, my boss discussed plans for fixing a printing problem and a meeting in the afternoon. Things are still shaky regarding my position after October (I won't be out of work, but I may not be doing things as much in line with my chosen field, at which point, I'll start looking for work from a fairly secure financial base).
The number of stressors was high during the day, but I felt calm. I felt I was in the place I needed to be at just about any given time. And that is a good feeling.
I know I sometimes delude myself into believing that, because I say relatively little, that when I do say something it carries more weight. Whether delusion or not, I would ask my friends and other readers to consider this:
Take some time during the day to tell yourself: I am where I need to be right now. Whether it's true in your overall life or not, you are where you belong at any given time. And while the skeptic in me is decrying what I have just written, it has to admit that it is what I feel at this point in time.
"Are you in the pocket of the moment (In this particular second)
Screwed into the socket of the moment (In this particular second)
Where time-- cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment"
--Blue Öyster Cult
There is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
Watching the world wake up from history"
--Jesus Jones
And then there are days like today. From one point of view, things didn't go well. I crashed about 7:30 last night and didn't want to wake up when the alarm went off. Strange dreams involving previous women in my life, a campground bungalow setting, and finally crossing traffic on foot to walk across the Oakland Bay Bridge kept me from wanting to join the land of the living.
I'd left a message for my boss saying I'd be in later and to call if she needed help with anything. About 9:10 she did. Half awake, I talked her through installing a program and setting up some desktop icons. I guess now I know I can do tech support even in my sleep.
Upon actually getting my butt out of bed, I started getting ready only to find that Gwen was still away with the car. I got half dressed and put away some laundry. Gwen showed up. We ate. I missed one BART train. Got into work about 11:45. Computers in the office were still having problems, so I started in on them. Got a brief chance to check out the fitness center in the building during their open house. Then back to work on more computer problems.
I took leave for the morning hours that got me out around 4 o'clock. Just prior to leaving, my boss discussed plans for fixing a printing problem and a meeting in the afternoon. Things are still shaky regarding my position after October (I won't be out of work, but I may not be doing things as much in line with my chosen field, at which point, I'll start looking for work from a fairly secure financial base).
The number of stressors was high during the day, but I felt calm. I felt I was in the place I needed to be at just about any given time. And that is a good feeling.
I know I sometimes delude myself into believing that, because I say relatively little, that when I do say something it carries more weight. Whether delusion or not, I would ask my friends and other readers to consider this:
Take some time during the day to tell yourself: I am where I need to be right now. Whether it's true in your overall life or not, you are where you belong at any given time. And while the skeptic in me is decrying what I have just written, it has to admit that it is what I feel at this point in time.
"Are you in the pocket of the moment (In this particular second)
Screwed into the socket of the moment (In this particular second)
Where time-- cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment"
--Blue Öyster Cult
