unfinishable business
24/6/05 09:09![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bronze_ribbonsWoke up with a Freudian slip tap-dancing at the edge of my brain: stage hunter instead of stage manager. At some point my subconscious has got to stop trying to ignite connections that never sparked and chasing kudos I haven't earned.
I just realized my subconscious probably resembles Mama Rose. Aie! Which may explain why my conscious personality seems to have overcompensated and veered deep into Ayn Rand territory, where half of the time I find myself muttering "for the love of God, stop sniveling and get on with your work" (most often at myself, mind you). This is in turn countered by the other half of me getting all mushy reading FlyLady's exhortations. (And I have, in fact, been cleaning the sinks and making the bed more often.)
I can think of far worse fates than evolving into a proverbial steel magnolia, but I still want to be reincarnated as a mint patch (fragrant, useful, and indestructible). Which reminds me, Eric Pankey's Or Thorns Compose So Rich a Crown" had a lovely stanza on mint, which included the line:
In the meantime, surprises or no, the remaining 62 pages of my current assignment are unlikely to write themselves. Left, right, left, right. . .
I just realized my subconscious probably resembles Mama Rose. Aie! Which may explain why my conscious personality seems to have overcompensated and veered deep into Ayn Rand territory, where half of the time I find myself muttering "for the love of God, stop sniveling and get on with your work" (most often at myself, mind you). This is in turn countered by the other half of me getting all mushy reading FlyLady's exhortations. (And I have, in fact, been cleaning the sinks and making the bed more often.)
I can think of far worse fates than evolving into a proverbial steel magnolia, but I still want to be reincarnated as a mint patch (fragrant, useful, and indestructible). Which reminds me, Eric Pankey's Or Thorns Compose So Rich a Crown" had a lovely stanza on mint, which included the line:
Those who expect the miraculous, I've come to learn, find it. Those who don't are sometimes surprised.
In the meantime, surprises or no, the remaining 62 pages of my current assignment are unlikely to write themselves. Left, right, left, right. . .