Sweat 4
Requoting Emerson......
There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better or worse as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what he can do; nor does he know until he has tried. ... It is not without pre-established harmony, this sculpture in the memory.
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I'm really trying to be semi-retired, but it's not as easy as it seems. After spending a year of hard tilling...
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I hoped to spend a long time relaxing.
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It just doesn't work that way. In reality the toil keeps me grounded, gives my potentials a firm reference point, keeps external interference out.
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Two weeks after the end of tilling, I'm ungrounded. I pay too much attention to external shit, most of which is grotesquely evil and insane these days. I respond to the QRM and QRN appropriately...
So I'm going to find a way to restore a work-like schedule, developing SVG animation methods and such, aiming toward the next project if any. If not any, I'll still be saner!
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My expectation of rest wasn't just theoretical. I've been running this semi-retired pattern for 13 years. On average one crop year followed by one fallow year. In previous crop to fallow transitions, I adjusted smoothly to unpaid graphic play-work. Intensity is the relevant variable. Previous work years were somewhat short of full-time, allowing some play-work graphics to continue in the background. After the crop was harvested I could simply ramp up the current play-work project. This work year was well above full-time. Had to clear the decks entirely.
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Feb 15 update: There. Found a path to re-enter development mode. It won't be specifically productive, because the next project (if any) will undoubtedly run in a direction that I'm not anticipating. But that's not the real purpose. Keeping the brain churning and the soul 'pointed forward' is the purpose.
Labels: TMI, Zero Problems