yet another blinding insight
Sep. 3rd, 2005 10:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaeclecticYes, I'm kidding, it's not really a blinding insight, it's actually pretty fricken obvious:
I am tired of needing to devote time to hiking every weekend.
Not that I don't still enjoy the hiking, it's just having to put the time in. Here it is, the Labor Day weekend, and I yearn to have that lovely sense that I have a whole extra day to do whatever I want or need to do, and so do all my friends, and there's lots of fun stuff going on (that I have plenty of time to do). Instead, I feel like everything is compressed, and I need to catch up on the chores that didn't get done last weekend, and the clock is ticking because I have less than two weeks to be ready for the Peru trip.
Which means I *have* to go hiking, even if it means skipping the music festival in downtown Oakland this weekend. And I *have* to go to REI, but not because it's fun to go to the big sale, but because there's stuff I need and if I don't find it there I have to figure out plan B. And I want to see people, but nothing's planned, because everyone's too busy and distracted to actually plan in advance, which means I need to call folks while fighting off a wave of anxiety that *there just isn't enough time*.
In other words, stuff that really, truly ought to be pure fun, instead feels a bit like work.
Also, under the heading of miscellaneous complaints: The construction work next door started at 8 AM. On Saturday morning. Between that and a certain restless kitty, so much for my fond dream of actually sleeping for 8 or 9 hours.
</rant>
Oh, and because I haven't said it yet, except in replies to others' posts: The whole situation in New Orleans and environs casts a pall over everything. Although I don't personally have friends or family there, it is just so overwhelming and appalling and stunning and surreal and infuriating and intensely sorrowful. And doesn't seem to be improving anywhere near fast enough.
I am tired of needing to devote time to hiking every weekend.
Not that I don't still enjoy the hiking, it's just having to put the time in. Here it is, the Labor Day weekend, and I yearn to have that lovely sense that I have a whole extra day to do whatever I want or need to do, and so do all my friends, and there's lots of fun stuff going on (that I have plenty of time to do). Instead, I feel like everything is compressed, and I need to catch up on the chores that didn't get done last weekend, and the clock is ticking because I have less than two weeks to be ready for the Peru trip.
Which means I *have* to go hiking, even if it means skipping the music festival in downtown Oakland this weekend. And I *have* to go to REI, but not because it's fun to go to the big sale, but because there's stuff I need and if I don't find it there I have to figure out plan B. And I want to see people, but nothing's planned, because everyone's too busy and distracted to actually plan in advance, which means I need to call folks while fighting off a wave of anxiety that *there just isn't enough time*.
In other words, stuff that really, truly ought to be pure fun, instead feels a bit like work.
Also, under the heading of miscellaneous complaints: The construction work next door started at 8 AM. On Saturday morning. Between that and a certain restless kitty, so much for my fond dream of actually sleeping for 8 or 9 hours.
</rant>
Oh, and because I haven't said it yet, except in replies to others' posts: The whole situation in New Orleans and environs casts a pall over everything. Although I don't personally have friends or family there, it is just so overwhelming and appalling and stunning and surreal and infuriating and intensely sorrowful. And doesn't seem to be improving anywhere near fast enough.