Lots of girls who play derby work full time, though. How would I do that? I mean, I did do that for just about a year. How frightening is this, I can actually look up the chart from back then.
And because that's not frightening enough, here it is all color coded:
| SUN | MON | TUE | WED | THU | FRI | SAT |
| SLEEP |
SLEEP |
SLEEP |
SLEEP |
SLEEP |
SLEEP |
SLEEP |
| HOBBY |
WORK |
WORK |
WORK |
WORK |
WORK |
PLAY Kru boot |
| HOBBY |
WORK |
WORK |
WORK |
WORK |
WORK |
HOBBY |
| PASTIME |
HOBBY |
HOBBY |
PLAY plyos |
PLAY run |
PASTIME |
PASTIME |
| PASTIME |
PLAY Orbit |
HOBBY |
HOBBY |
HOBBY |
PASTIME |
PASTIME |
| SLEEP |
SLEEP |
SLEEP |
SLEEP |
SLEEP |
SLEEP |
SLEEP |
Isn't that weird, it works out totally perfectly. Two rows of practice, two rows of recovery, and two rows of sleep. [ETA: Now that I'm looking at this, this is post season when I was not such a nutjob.] Now that I recall, I was getting bored with my life around this time. At which point my sister's cancer came back. So my advice in that regard is, Stay interested in your life unless you want the universe to make life interesting for you.
Points of interest:
- Just four practices a week, huh. How sane. I remember, actually, not being able to manage more than that.
- I coded all HOBBY as recovery, but writing was included in that. Writing can be recovery, of course. I want it to be my practice, though.
I think this resolves that little tension in my work/play taxonomy about work not necessarily being what you do for a living. It often is, because people often end up making their living at things that are done as a means to an end that are a means to an end, and where this leaves is you in the Blind Spot:
As you know, hardly anybody can look into hyperspace. It's like looking at nothing, and it can make you insane. It's called the Blind Spot, jotoki and puppeteers can't tolerate it at all; trained humans can steer through it using psionic devices; and actually, select kzinti can steer directly through.
What am I talking about. Perhaps I have flipped my lid.
My Blind Spot occurs Monday through Friday from 9:30 AM to 5:00 PM. I can tell you, pretty much exactly, what I'm doing at any other time of day. I mean, there's the side issue of not writing about my job in a public blog. Still, it seems that life happens outside of working hours. Which leaves me, what, when I'm inside. Am I afraid to look.
Just saying.
Which is no way to live, so let me connect some dots. Let's say that what you do for a living is your practice, whether you like it or not. If it's WORK to you, that pretty much tells you that you don't. Full time is too much time not to like what you're doing, and way too much time if you actually dislike what you're doing. It's not about hating your job balanced with having fun. It's putting yourself out there balanced with putting yourself back together. It's a balance of energy, not affinity. It's about dealing with your energy ebbing and flowing in the context of liking as much of your life as possible.
How to get there from here. Though here is maybe halfway between back there and there, so there's that at least.
