One of those slow weeks
Some weeks are slow weeks because you're slow; other weeks are slow weeks because the world is slow.
This was one of the weeks where I couldn't tell the difference.
At the end of each day, I looked at my todo list, filled with scribbles and check marks, and thought to myself, Yup, I did pretty much everything I needed to do today.. And yet it felt like I didn't accomplish anything at all.
It's hard for me to reconcile the lacuna where the satisfaction of a job well done should be. It's like working out and then feeling energetic afterwards: am I doing great, or did I just not push myself hard enough?
Friday evening came, and I felt exhausted, but almost guilty about it -- as if it was an unearned fatigue.
The better, smarter part of me knows that there's no thing as unearned fatigue. If you're tired, you're tired.
Next week is here soon. Maybe it will be a faster week; maybe it won't. I'm trying to get less concerned with the speed of things, for better or for worse.
Things I wrote this week
- I wrote about waking up early. If you know me, you know that the idea of waking up early is chronically and emphatically against my human fiber, so the fact that I've been doing it for almost two months is noteworthy in of itself.
- I finally published my monthly review for Village Blacksmith. There are pretty graphs now!
Very good things
- Someone is recording a series of random Alabamians reciting Whitman's poetry. It is beautiful and strong.
- A very cool collection of deconstructed shapes by Esther Stewart.
- Evan Munro's quiet, beautiful pixel art.