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hummingwolf) wrote2002-11-27 03:10 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2002-11-27 03:10 pm
"There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself," he said.
"But if you lose, then you're in trouble."
As usual, there are a zillion things I feel I need to do. Not as usual, I'm not doing many of them. So far I've taken the week off from working (which sounds silly considering I don't have anything resembling a job, yet it's true nonetheless). Still without supplements, I'm tired and need to take a rest. So I'm not making any important phone calls (though the person I've tried getting hold of for the last three weeks regarding Social Security finally called back yesterday), not going to any government offices (until Friday, at least), just staying at home and reading.
This little holiday makes perfect sense to my rational mind. When your body is screaming at you to rest, then resting is what you should do if at all possible. My body's been screaming. Yet there's a less than rational part of my mind that keeps telling me that isn't enough--I need to do something, not just sit here reading library books & LJs or listening to music.
So my rational mind and that less-rational part are arguing with each other. "Okay Me," says I to myself, "which is more important--making one more phone call or visiting one more office (full of people who want to leave early for the holiday), or taking care of my health so I'll be able to do something useful in the near future?" I think I've finally gotten the nagging "DO something!" voice to shut up for a bit, but I'm not sure I've won.
Why is it so hard to get myself to rest when I know it's the right thing to do? Why is there still a nagging voice telling me I should do something else when I know full well that I shouldn't?
Ah well, I'll do something useful on Friday. Today, I'm going to rest. Tomorrow, I'm going to enjoy the holiday with cool people.
Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate!
As usual, there are a zillion things I feel I need to do. Not as usual, I'm not doing many of them. So far I've taken the week off from working (which sounds silly considering I don't have anything resembling a job, yet it's true nonetheless). Still without supplements, I'm tired and need to take a rest. So I'm not making any important phone calls (though the person I've tried getting hold of for the last three weeks regarding Social Security finally called back yesterday), not going to any government offices (until Friday, at least), just staying at home and reading.
This little holiday makes perfect sense to my rational mind. When your body is screaming at you to rest, then resting is what you should do if at all possible. My body's been screaming. Yet there's a less than rational part of my mind that keeps telling me that isn't enough--I need to do something, not just sit here reading library books & LJs or listening to music.
So my rational mind and that less-rational part are arguing with each other. "Okay Me," says I to myself, "which is more important--making one more phone call or visiting one more office (full of people who want to leave early for the holiday), or taking care of my health so I'll be able to do something useful in the near future?" I think I've finally gotten the nagging "DO something!" voice to shut up for a bit, but I'm not sure I've won.
Why is it so hard to get myself to rest when I know it's the right thing to do? Why is there still a nagging voice telling me I should do something else when I know full well that I shouldn't?
Ah well, I'll do something useful on Friday. Today, I'm going to rest. Tomorrow, I'm going to enjoy the holiday with cool people.
Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate!
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