Journal Du Jour
Day 5: Caving In
Moments make or break, us. Fleeting, sporadic, epic, heartbreaking moments. Say, a goal in football. A spontaneous eruption of emotion in a blink-and-miss instant. A release of stress, trauma, passion and relief. Unforgettable, yet forgotten a week later. A uniquely human, laser-guided sensory missile. Unparalleled. Visceral. Off-the-cuff. Different from the experience of landing a job or losing an expensive ring. Tiny moments pack a mighty punch. Miniscule releases of enormous pressure. A sharp pin-prick to an intensity balloon. Anyway…
#TGIF.
Yellow Storm Warning in place. Still squeeze-in a quick walk. Whisper it but it even involved some jogging. Heaven forbid. Fruit-basket nearly empty. A lonely clementine. Desperate. Pair it with some yoghurt and profound disappointment.
Three back-to-back meetings. Does everyone employed in white-collared jobs talk more than they “do”? David Graeber conclusively proves so.
Still off sugar.
Pop some Vit-D tablets. Vit-D levels on par with the poor Chilean miners who were stuck underground for weeks. Need to pop these every day.
Work was a sordid affair. Juggled multiple project-balls. Wrote umpteen emails. Contributed to a billion meetings. Zoned off more than once. Felt like I accomplished zilch.
Leftover lemon chicken curry and rice for lunch. No fruit today. Or veg. Organic beets in the fridge. Seething red. Screw it. Monday onwards.
Weekend plans: Curb Your Enthusiasm, #Medium promotions, North London Derby, groceries.
Skip weights. Back on it from Monday. Promise. Cave-in to procrastination.
Pick out a fantasy book series for the weekend read. Departure from the 20-odd nonfiction titles I've read and analysed. Should be an escapist breeze. Cave-in to the low cognitive burden.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. KFC for dinner. Cave-in to the flavour merchants.
A bottle of red also. Cave-in to Friday.
Maybe caving in reinforces discipline? Comprehensively testing this theory today.
Till be the morrow.
