Who am I and what have I done to RK?
It's late October. November begins next week. I have work goals for the autumnal season, as always, and they're megalomaniac, as always, because it's important to me to take the ring to Mordor and to earn to listen to Angels from the Realms of Glory in the first moment of December.
Yet, here I am, behind on work, yet not at all stressed out about it.
Although I have a feeling this might be due to two possible reasons:
- I trust that November will light a fire under my butt, or
- I'm subconsciously planning on leaving most of the work for November, in order to feel that fire under my butt.
Shortly put, fires under butts are at the core of everything. Work must increase towards December. If I shipped steadily throughout the fall, I wouldn't feel the heat of Mordor, or get the high of being fatigued by overworking.
I also need to simplify my diet in November - cut out the homemade ice cream, for example - to bland out my palate in order to make Christmas food taste extra good.
Although the side effect might be that food turns to ash in my mouth, but that's something that happens every year, and it never ends up ruining anything.
In other words, everything is awesome. For now at least.
(And I confess that I'm looking forward to the panic of November.)
