I stumbled onto an email I wrote about a year ago promising big changes I’d make early this year, changes I didn’t make. I find myself saying almost exactly the same things now about early next year. Come on, John, do this.
Getting my property tax bills didn’t really help with the whole “leap and the net will appear” thing, though. Lord have mercy.
That newish Facebook thing where they show you posts from people you don’t know because someone you do know commented on them is the worst, and I think I put my finger on why: those comments threads are just as bad as those on news sites on the web at large. People I don’t know invariably suck.
Yesterday, I was lectured briefly on the severity of a production problem by a guy who has done this maybe 1/3 as long as I have. I only barely contained my laughter.
People are starting to ask WTF is up with my hair, though they are mostly not asking me.
Last night I had a dream about stage fright that was so vivid, I still feel the dread now, 3 hours after waking. I have never had stage fright. I hope this is not a thing.
I need to find a new dermatologist, a male, because my exam yesterday was my most awkward experience with a woman since 1985.
Personally, I find big changes daunting, even if they are for the best and I *want* them to happen. I do better with small incremental ones that can sort of snowball together into something bigger.