It was a long day yesterday, but just being with good people was... good for me. I think. I could have spent that time working, but I don't think I would have gotten very much done. And a part of me needed to be quiet around people I knew, and who were happy, and would interact with me despite my somewhat crappy state of noninteractive being.

It did make me feel very sorry for myself on the way back to Yavin IV, shuffling through the dark snow for an hour to get to an empty apartment and more work - much of it picking up some of the many balls I'd dropped this week* - from a job I'm pretty sure is impossible. (Then again, as Walter said, "I hope they didn't teach you the meaning of the word 'impossible' at Olin." And they didn't.)

*despite this, I think my anti-flakiness campaign is progressing pretty well.

I let that run its course, because it needed to. Stepped back a little and watched the self-pity run its course. Tried to understand it, as best I could. Tried to accept it. The funny thing about a lot of things I don't like about myself is that when I embrace them, that's when I destroy them - or that incarnation of them, anyway. Like hugging something to death while loving it - because you love it, even. It's one perspective on the self-improvement deal.

Same thing now; putzing around, though there have been some good discussions, I haven't faced the elephants in my room yet today. (A couple very small ones. Baby elephants.) I know what I have to do right now, I just have to do it. I've got a list on the wall, and deadlines, and carrots, and I've run myself out of excuses (deliberately; I think I've just removed all rational reasons for procrastination, save for two, and I'm about to shower and eat and get those out of the way.)

Stuff that's helped lately: a good example of a graceful way to say a no that's helpful to all parties.

I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this before, but every time I read the Sugar Taxonomy, I break into a huge grin. That is good design. That is setting up your project so that people (...all right, at least people like me) can't help but be delighted when they start to work and learn about it.

And people. I'm lucky, I really am. I keep reminding myself of that. All of this is an opportunity to grow and see what I'm actually made of, and what the people around me are made of, and... the good news that I've found from that is painful - good because we're really trying to do better, painful because we have so far to go, and facing that is like running repeatedly into a surgeon's knife (which, ah, constantly stabs you in miraculously the right places to do triple bypass surge- oh, nevermind, this analogy doesn't function that well).

The image of dangling the infant Achilles over a fire to burn away his mortality comes to mind; I must be conscious that I will still, somewhere, always, have a vulnerable heel. I've got to be okay with that. Aware of it, and watchful, but accepting of inherent imperfections.

Right. This has long since turned from needed introspection into procrastination. WORKING. GO.