So, a new day, a new post. ✘ on the little calendar. I'm growing to like it, but I've spent altogether too much time on the Joyner rabbit hole this morning. Day 11 says go check this out, and it's another one of his courses, which is good - I already have access - but it has no place in my schedule. I already feel like I am scrambling to keep up.
I've been asking Sharleen if she doesn't have anything she'd like to say to me. You see it's my Hebrew Birthday, not a big deal, but maybe a little.
So, I'll mention it here, maybe as a little bit of a test to see if she ever checks this page out. I'm pretty sure that's a no, but maybe she'll let me know when she does (hint, hint).
My theme for next week is “Yes, and . . .” The idea is to flow with what's said and see where it can go rather than try to figure out where I can fit and how I should comment. And I already see it'll probably just show up as commenting differently.
Anyway, one more item to wrap the week. I changed my wallpaper to be the house (and practice) I wanted to buy, and even put my dream car (or at least an earlier model year of it) on it. And then I looked at the Zoning Regulations of Bridgeport, and a handful of comparables again, and declined, again. I had promised the owner I'd reach out by yesterday, and I did. I said I didn't want to insult her with a too low offer: there's a part of me that wants her to write back and say, “Go ahead, risk it.” I think I might not be all that far off, but maybe I'm still stuck on the backspace key, the metaphor Joyner is using at the moment.
And I just frustrated Sharleen again. She's like decide already. And I'm like “I did,” a year ago. I just keep having to kill that decision. And it sits there with the thousand other decisions (well maybe a dozen major ones) where I let inertia take it's course instead of taking the reins, and choosing.
But I've a new idea, about a guy who's born on the 27th of Shevat, 1942, and I think I'll reach out to him this week.