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Morning not totally fruitless

2 Feb

In my last post I talked of how witching hour had come with little to show for it. In the spirit of celebrating small victories, I’m happy to report my morning has not been completely unproductive.

I did spend half an hour updating my reading list on Goodreads. Check out the widget on this page for more, with recent additions including:

Mount Pleasant, Don Gillmor
Diary, Chuck Palahniuk
Drunk Mom, Jowita Bydlowska
Foucault’s Pendulum, Umberto Eco
All My Puny Sorrows – Miriam Toews

These and more are chock full of mindful insights, pearls of wisdom and tales of relatable woes. I may still be crazy, but I’m a better crazy for my reading.

Now, for the rest of the day. The laptop is sitting on the dining room table still, almost taunting me to open it. Why am I so afraid to do even that? The answer to that question is for another day.

Snow day dumps 24″ of excuses on my day

2 Feb

It’s a new week. Monday just afternoon, well past my witching hour with little to show for it.

It was the snow that threw me off my game. Mondays of late have been fairly productive for me, giving me the comfort and freedom of solitude to plan out my week, even getting to my work before my 11:00 a.m. witching hour.

Two feet of snow dumped down overnight and both my wife and the boy are at home today. Without my solitude I missed my planning time, I let my wife get the boy’s lunch packed and off to school. I was out of the routine I’ve been working hard to maintain, and my witching hour seemed to come early today.

Normally I’d channel my inner Hemingway and write off the rest of the day. But today feels like it might be different. If I get out of the house, just maybe…

How do you say “crazy” in Nigeria?

31 Jan

It’s Saturday today, and so far it’s shaping up to be a day of bare minimums: putting garbage out, running the dishwasher, driving the boy (late I should add) to soccer, turning off the TV.

Continuing the trend, for my daily #just5 minutes of writing I’m taking a passage right out of the book I just finished, Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. It’s a vivid and beautifully written story of love, loss, race and identity. There was much in these topics I found very relatable, but this passage struck a particular nerve:

“Depression was what happened to Americans, with their self-absolving need to turn everything into an illness…

…she refused to accept the diagnosis of panic attacks because panic attacks happened only to Americans. Nobody in Kinshasa had panic attacks. It was not even that it was called by another name, it was simply not called at all. Did things begin to exist only when they were named?”

What do you think? Are my anxieties real, or merely a luxury of my privileged (and white) Western upbringing?

Either way, look out for Americanah and other great reads for crazy people on goodreads.com or the widget on this page.

Shitcanned Day 1 – Genesis

31 Mar

I know, melodramatic, right?

The second part of the story is actually what I meant to write about in the first place (ADD’s fault for distracting me!), two things in fact that have been staring me in the face as rather poignant given recent events concerning my employment:.

1. A line from a movie I saw a couple days back, some sort of military, possibly apocalyptic action flick where a (I’m paraphrasing with character and line) a Secretary of Defense staring down an Attorney General who had just accused him of committing political suicide:

“See that’s the thing.  From the very moment I took my oath of office I did so knowing that the day would come when this job would end.  And when the end is just another foregone conclusion, it doesn’t seem bad at all”

2. At the risk of bolstering my self-esteem, a quote I just came upon in the book I’m reading, Joshua Ferris’s And Then We Came to the End:

“We took back all our ridicule and practically begged the man to continue, but he remained firmly and pathetically committed to his sober-eyed conclusion that he would never be anything but a copywriter.”

So…hope and inspiration – just not too much.

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