Tag: Overthinking

  • September 7, 2023

    I’ve been grumpy about work. This isn’t my usual curmudgeon self coming through, this is a real response to returning to work after the summer. This morning, I was thinking about why.

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  • September 5, 2023

    Today was the first day of school. It was a good day, despite the scorching heat. Within 20 minutes of entering the building, I was dripping with sweat. It continued like that throughout most of the day. Luckily, the library has air conditioning. The classrooms, however, do not.

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  • July 12, 2023

    July 12, 2023

    When I was studying Philosophy, I remember proudly proclaiming that I loved living in a world of ideas. I wanted to stay in that world forever. I believed that that’s where I belonged.

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  • June 27, 2023

    June 27, 2023

    I can’t think of anything to write about today.

    I’ve been mulling over the idea of writing a blog about post about it. Anyway, here we are, I guess. I’m doing it.

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  • June 15, 2023

    June 15, 2023

    I ironed four shirts this evening. In December, one of my goals for this year was to dress better. Not as in get new clothes but to wear the clothes I have better. Ironing my shirts is part of that.

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  • May 10, 2023

    May 10, 2023

    As a general rule, I’d rather not touch people or have them touch me. Today, however, I went for a massage. My back has been acting up and the irregular stretching and pain medication wasn’t enough to alleviate the tension. The massage helped but I booked another appointment. There’s a lot of work to be done.

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  • Enough with the self-reflection

    Enough with the self-reflection

    I met with a counsellor recently who ended our first session together with this: “Check in with yourself and notice how you feel.” After an hour-long session, I was being asked to self-reflect. While this is solid advice, it left me feeling unheard because self-reflection is what led me to seek out assistance. What I needed from the session were practical takeaways – what can I do to start climbing out of this rut? Sharpening the shovel that I used to dig the hole isn’t going to help.

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  • Incomplete Thoughts on Ideas

    Incomplete Thoughts on Ideas

    It’s a wonder, isn’t it, that an idea was ever had at all. Whence did one, any one, originate? How, pray tell, did it arrive? For how long, no one knows, will it stay?

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  • Prongs on a Fork

    Prongs on a Fork

    Every time I’ve sat down to do some journalling over the last two weeks, my plans for the summer have been top of mind. I’ve been desperately trying to figure out what I want to do with the nine weeks that lay ahead of me. The practice of looking forward with no clear idea of which path to take has probably gotten me to where I am today. (more…)

  • Finding Silence One Page at a Time – 20 Months of Morning Pages

    Finding Silence One Page at a Time – 20 Months of Morning Pages

    In 2002, Journals was released. It’s a collection of Kurt Cobain’s notes, letters, lists, and drawings. It could easily be argued that his music was his liberation, his way of finding nirvana. The collection shines a light on how Cobain thought. It’s an insight into who the man was behind the curtains, not behind the microphone. It helps you understand why he made the music that he did. I use Morning Pages.

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  • Triggered or Cocked?

    Triggered or Cocked?

    My knowledge of firearms is very limited. I’ve played a few hunting video games in my day but I’ve never fired a real gun. I’ve seen movies with people shooting at each other in them. My friends have told me stories about the times when they’ve fired guns. The custodian at work told me that he’ll take me out shooting one day; he used to be on a SWAT team in the Phillipines.

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  • A Silent Summer

    A few weeks ago, I started making a list of things that I want to do this summer. The list reads like every other incomplete list from every previous summer: go to the museum; read; write; work on Letters’ Lounge; go fishing; go to the gym. Everything I want to do this summer is something that I’ve wanted to do every other summer. At the end of every summer, the list is always incomplete. (more…)