Nothing gets in the way
It's a Monday, I'm sitting in a cafe. I came here to work, I should really get to it. But I don't feel like it.
I spent the last 20 minutes reading this piece by Nick Thompson. Then The Mighty Rio Grande shuffled itself into my playlist. My dad's been over and I'd been gradually losing sanity, but I don't feel that way now.
Last night I was up until 4AM, speaking to a close friend about his romantic woes as if they were my own – it was fun. Man is too mushy for his own good, I'm happy he's living his life. Vin will be back soon too.
I'm back to training. I did a calibration session yesterday, figured out my 3-rep-max so I could really dial down my strength sessions. I've also run the past two weekends – not too shabby.
I've think I've really figured out my productivity this last year. It's been great for me – an inherently chaotic person. It bring a sense of control to my days and reduces anxiety and stress. For somebody who's innately organized, the opposite might be more fruitful – feckless chaos might make their days better.
But a few days ago, I came to a realization (maybe it'll pass) – nothing gets in the way of romanticization. That's my thing, I romanticize magnificently. It brightens my days and brings inspiration to my life. And if that ruins a few Mondays – it's still a steal deal.
Okay, the song in my earphones is about to end, I'll be back soon. We'll talk about romanticization. Maybe with fewer em dashes.
See ye next time!