At this point you can track what time of night I post based on how short it is and how incoherent. There are more than enough points of data to prove that I shouldn’t effort to write at night but here I am again, trying to write at night and discovering how much that doesn’t work. As a (newly reformed) planner I think any future plan ought to account for that. See, the act of creation requires a great deal more activation energy than say grading a paper or prepping a lesson. I can do those things at night, but trying to design a first contact strategy for an insectoid alien species that lives in a fragile ecosystem? No, that is some daytime drama right there. This, therefore, becomes another reason why I am happy. 41 years in and I’m living a life that allows me to set a schedule that works for me.
Yep, 41. That is the real issue at play here. Around this time last year I was 40 and now I’m not. What do I have to show for it? Quite a bit of knowledge gained. I’d love to suggest that knowledge gained is relative to speed lost but there is no correlation. In fact, I feel like I’ve lost some plasticity in the brain, just through daily wear and tear multiplied by 15,000+ days.
A friend who is up past me in years just recently explained how he intends to get down below 10% body fat. He’s a beast. He’s an inspiration. I am no less lazy than I was a year ago and perhaps more given the plasticity issue. However, I feel that need more now than ever and as I age I feel that desire to do something impactful more and more.
So, yeah. I’m getting organized and scheduled again and I’m getting off the couch. It is about that time.