I cannot seem to get it moving. I think because my office has no heat in it (the outside temp is 23 degrees), I am struggling. If you all love me, please send a space heater before I turn into a chocolate popsicle.
Alos, I am happy because the planning committee for the holiday party meets today. I love planning this party even though I hate Christmas. This is helping me feel less Grinch-esque.
The office is quiet and I love it.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Talking to Myself
Stream of conscious.... here we go
I often talk to myself. Seriously. And the reason is simple: I often have the answer to my own question or problem (whether I follow it or not is a whole 'nother story). Thus, while in the shower I will literally talk the problem out. It seems quite insane but it works for me. And the solution I derive is often elegant and simple.
However, there is a second reason I do this. If I have to get something off my chest, I know that talking to myself about it will keep it between me and myself. When I have the urge to confess, I need discretion. I do not like a whole rack of folk knowing every dirty little secret. I have done things I am not proud of. Yet lately, it seems the the only way to find absolution is to talk it out to myself. So between shampooing my hair and exfoliating, I talk everything out. In the shower. Between my Kanye-sized ego and myself.
Until I find a better, more intelligent counselour, that is what I am sticking with.
Whew. Thats all i had to share
I often talk to myself. Seriously. And the reason is simple: I often have the answer to my own question or problem (whether I follow it or not is a whole 'nother story). Thus, while in the shower I will literally talk the problem out. It seems quite insane but it works for me. And the solution I derive is often elegant and simple.
However, there is a second reason I do this. If I have to get something off my chest, I know that talking to myself about it will keep it between me and myself. When I have the urge to confess, I need discretion. I do not like a whole rack of folk knowing every dirty little secret. I have done things I am not proud of. Yet lately, it seems the the only way to find absolution is to talk it out to myself. So between shampooing my hair and exfoliating, I talk everything out. In the shower. Between my Kanye-sized ego and myself.
Until I find a better, more intelligent counselour, that is what I am sticking with.
Whew. Thats all i had to share
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