Life is full of great things. Unfortunately, you don’t know what they are until they’re ripped out of your hands. It’s hard to appreciate what you have.
I’m reading Getting Things Done, a book about getting things done. It was pretty good until it started talking with great passion about filing cabinets. Now I’m not so sure. Where will I put a filing cabinet? On the ceiling? Come on, David.
I’m reading a book called Personal Growth for Smart People, and as much as the dumb-looking cover and ambiguous title make it seem like it’s a load of BS, it’s actually been amazing (except for where the author talks about giving up caffeine. That’s a bozo move.)
I’ve been noodling on the concept that life is one long moment and that the past and future don’t exist.
If life is one long moment, the best times can never be anything but now. Same for the worst times. Everything is now. Nostalgia doesn’t make sense. Neither…
I auditioned for and got into the Second City Conservatory, which is kind of like grad school for improvisers.
