No More "Midnight Oil"
It's 9:45 and I'm ready for bed. Well, maybe not *right* away, but I'm tired enough to want to curl up on the couch, work a bit on an afghan or doilie, and then hit the sack.
That wasn't my original intention for this evening...actually, I still have a stack of business cards of people I met at the conference last week whom I still intend to email.
That was, actually, supposed to be what I was going to do after I got home from dinner and a small stroll around the book store. My intention was to work more, get the email done, maybe clear some of the financial/business related detritis off my desk.
When I was at college (which was *only* 5 years ago) I used to burn Midnight Oil all the time. I'm a night owl by nature, and work best at night.
But something's changing. Maybe it's menopause, maybe it's that I got up earlier than usual today, maybe it's just that I'm bored and sometimes being bored makes me tired.
I get bored when there aren't any challenges--when everything's on low or no stimulus level. True, I'm an adrenaline junkie--love going out to conferences (even though I always get cold feet and bitch-n-moan a bit before I go...) Love new things all the time. I've never got used to what could be considered routine.
After awhile, routine gives me a real claustrophobic feeling. I chalk it up to a very uncertain childhood with lots of pop-goes-the-weasel factors. Never knew which one would go off on any particular day...so everything always had to be in Ready mode.
Maybe that's why, though, I hate change. I'd rather have exciting routine. If that's possible...
So, I'm a bit disappointed that I seem to be totally out of Midnight Oil--the stuff that got me through my academic career. I always figured it was an unending supply.
Guess I was wrong.
I'm off to curl up on my couch and then hit the hay. Maybe I'll just start my day earlier tomorrow.
Maybe.
That wasn't my original intention for this evening...actually, I still have a stack of business cards of people I met at the conference last week whom I still intend to email.
That was, actually, supposed to be what I was going to do after I got home from dinner and a small stroll around the book store. My intention was to work more, get the email done, maybe clear some of the financial/business related detritis off my desk.
When I was at college (which was *only* 5 years ago) I used to burn Midnight Oil all the time. I'm a night owl by nature, and work best at night.
But something's changing. Maybe it's menopause, maybe it's that I got up earlier than usual today, maybe it's just that I'm bored and sometimes being bored makes me tired.
I get bored when there aren't any challenges--when everything's on low or no stimulus level. True, I'm an adrenaline junkie--love going out to conferences (even though I always get cold feet and bitch-n-moan a bit before I go...) Love new things all the time. I've never got used to what could be considered routine.
After awhile, routine gives me a real claustrophobic feeling. I chalk it up to a very uncertain childhood with lots of pop-goes-the-weasel factors. Never knew which one would go off on any particular day...so everything always had to be in Ready mode.
Maybe that's why, though, I hate change. I'd rather have exciting routine. If that's possible...
So, I'm a bit disappointed that I seem to be totally out of Midnight Oil--the stuff that got me through my academic career. I always figured it was an unending supply.
Guess I was wrong.
I'm off to curl up on my couch and then hit the hay. Maybe I'll just start my day earlier tomorrow.
Maybe.
posted by Tish Grier at 9:46 PM
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