Book me a one-way flight from joyful to overjoyed, plz

Considering that the cat shit in my shoes this morning and I had to roll up my pants and clean poo off my legs, toes, feet and a multicolor rug that she left a very-stinky yet colorless streak on, the day hasn’t turned out too badly.

But the problem with wishing for the day to just end already means that you’re just leaving more work for another day. And considering that I only have a couple of days left on some big deadlines, I’m not wont to wish away this workday because this is going to hang over my head all weekend and into next week.

Not much else to say other than that the holiday season is here and I am not looking forward to it. Not one bit. There’s officially no reason left to celebrate. I’d be happy if the whole season would just forget to happen. And hell, since Wal-Mart started discounting its Christmas items before Halloween even hit, it might just pass by unnoticed. I hope so, anyway.

It’s weird — I’m not unhappy. I just don’t feel that I’m overly happy. though. I’ve got my joy intact — I’m just not overjoyed.

I notice with some folks, they have incredible focus, and I envy them that. I know people who work hard and play hard and don’t let the two overlap. I work hard when inspiration strikes (my job has become a very creative one and that means sometimes packing up for the day without one real, tangible piece of output) but I obsess over things I didn’t manage to do when it comes to playtime. And because playtime isn’t balls-out enjoyable, I feel blah when I’m supposed to be focusing on the important things.

So, I’m going to come up with five things that make me happy, and I’m going to do all of them this weekend. Maybe I’ll even throw in one or two things I’ve never done before, just to shake things up. And I’m going to focus on those moments and thoroughly enjoy them even if it kills me. 🙂

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