Patience

I think this topic was on someone else's blog. Jamie's and maybe a few other places lately, but I seem to lack patience. I feel like others think I'm rushing everything so they are aggravated by me. Like my pace of life is too fast. I wonder what it'd be like to live up northeast. I still feel I'd like the west coast better, but maybe I'd fit in better up east where life is fast paced. I should learn to slow down.

Since graduating and joining the "real world," which still feels recent, I have not procrastinated much. I used to stay up all night trying to talk myself into writing a paper or doing homework only to start it at 6am when it's due at 8am. What a waste of a night playing freecell and refusing to go to a party so that I can play 10 hours of freecell and miss a night of sleep in the meantime.

Well, after 7 years (okay, maybe more like 20) of that procrastination I graduated and have been pretty good at getting things done. It's strange how motivations change when things matter. But packing makes me procrastinate again. I don't like the feeling.


I haven't looked for something to do tonight (this was written Wednesday, but I fell asleep before posting) because I have to move in two weeks and I know that I don't have a lot of free days each week to pack. So I should get something done tonight. Last night was typical in that I got home from work at 1am only to get way too little sleep. I love that I'm able to do that in Austin, though I dislike that these social events haven't formed the deep friendships or dates that I desire. At least I've managed to go out drinking and playing sports so often without gaining a lot of weight or being unhealthy.

Football season approaches. Favre is being a baby. He's done and Green Bay is doing the right thing is telling a guy that they won't let him "unretire" for the 12th time. And I am too lazy and focused on other things to finish this, so here it ends.