January 25th, 2013

blackhat

Y045, morning writing, d20

Friday, late in the morning, i wrote:
Happy vacation to me -- sorta. I am a little too aware of what is going on at work, and i feel a little guilty leaving folks to have to cope.

(Christine is now unpacking the grammar of "sorta.")

We are not going kayaking: Christine has a client deliverable to wrap up, and i have a lengthy to-do list. If it dries a little, i may tidy the deck.


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Yesterday, i turned to the power of "Dungeons and Desktops," listing several classes of "to do" on my whiteboard, and assigning numbers to each task (the more needed tasks received more numbers). Then i set up a timer -- the iOS 30/30 timer -- and began virtually rolling my dice. I had a lovely productive midday, hitting some housework, some desk organization, and my top tasks. I think i found a good rhythm, too, recognizing the transitions i need and types of task types. The last time i was really trying this, i felt rushed and a little stressed.

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This past week has had evening social interactions, far above and beyond my usual evening patterns. Wednesday night was a visit with mopalia; Thursday a visit by a friend from Meeting who is planning an unconference on work and turning to me for accompaniment; and last night was a Meeting event during which i hung out with two kids.

It's meant that the mornings have had more time spent on reading than journaling. (Having a couple drinks Friday night and a glass of wine late last night has also affected my rise time in the morning.)

I suspect most of today will follow the same D&D practices of yesterday. It was good to make progress across a broad swathe of stuff, and perhaps with a little momentum, i will be able to do this D&D thing in the evenings next week. Last semester, Christine's classes lead to my evenings spent devouring TV series. I know part of that was depression, but part of that surely pushed the spiral of depression down.

This semester i hope to move up a spiral of engagement. My forty-fifth year begins in March. It is not *quite* what i expect to be the middle of my life, as plenty of genetic evidence points to living to 95, but this work with the career counsellor will hopefully help me decide what i want to be when i grow up. With that direction, perhaps watching three episodes of a TV series might be less attractive than moving in a particular direction.