It’s Just Taking Me A REALLY Long Time

As a quick follow-up to Friday’s post, I just wanted to add that I like to think that I’ve at least graduated to “caring jerk” status, but I’m aware that some opinions out there differ, and while I appreciate the assumptions out there that L’s Mother was the catalyst for my attempted change, the truth is I started trying to change this before I met her.

Which Means I’m Running Out Of Time

Letting go of things isn’t my strong suit, and given how bad I am at it now, sometimes it frightens me how much better I am at it these days than in years past. My current goal is to actually be decent at letting things go before my son hits his official teenager years.

‘Cause That’s A Silly Thing To Judge Yourself Over

After years of joking (and not joking) about it, I finally did dramatically cut back my coffee intake to one coffee in the afternoon, but yesterday I told L’s Mother that I was considering having a second one.

“So long as you don’t judge yourself for it,” she told me.

It doesn’t bother me, per se, that she knew me well enough to say that, but it does bother me that she was right to say it . . .

So Greater Patience Instead Of Greater Musical Skills, For Instance

As a follow-up to yesterday, I just wanted to say that (in theory at least) I am always trying to better myself, and that has nothing to do with me being a parent.

What being a parent has changed for me is the priority of what I am working on at any given time.

Most Certainly

While I thought the point I made yesterday was a good one, I understand how it might have come across as pedantic to some, or how others might nitpick that it doesn’t “necessarily” have to be multiples of ten, and they might have a point. So in light of that, he’s one of the original inspirations for yesterday’s thought:

The first humongous cupcake I had during the week of Thanksgiving wasn’t necessarily a poor decision, but the sixth one certainly was.

This Is Both A Good And A Bad Skill

You know how some days it takes something blowing up (usually figuratively speaking) to get you to look up from your current crisis?

Today is one of those days for me that if it doesn’t blow up in the room I’m in at the time, then I’m probably not going to notice.

I’ll Continue To Work On Improving My Time On That

It has been remarked on that it’s . . . well, “remarkable” how long I can remain angry about something. For the record, I don’t find anything remarkable about it all. I work hard to not hold grudges, but it’s true that I can remain angry about something long after the trigger of that anger has thought, “Surely he can’t still be angry about that!”. I always find that thought remarkable because if am still angry, it typically boils down to one of two self-evident (to me) reasons:

#1. I feel an injustice has been done, and there has been no adequate attempt to redress that.

I do my best to be forgiving even then, even if it’s sometimes only so I don’t remain entangled by resentment, but I freely admit that can still take me some time, especially if:

#2. It still hurts.

But On The Other Hand, I Really Did Need The Laugh

Schadenfreude (noun) – satisfaction or pleasure felt at someone else’s misfortune.

I’m not proud I felt that today, I want to make that clear.

Huh, I Really DO Have Time To Change That!

I’ve long known that when I’m writing, frequently I’m writing to myself, but even so, today I was struck by how what I wrote last Friday applied to some of my original plans for this week.

“Better” Being A Relative Term, Of Course

These days I have no time to spare to fight over irrelevances and cast indiscriminate aspersions, but there are days I realize I’d be even better at it now than I was back in the days when I did waste my time doing just that.