I was detained from my usual professional consultant duties because my allergies were beyond the "toughing it out" point for my productivity to be worth going in today...
so I stayed home and waited for my lolo and tita to arrive from the Philippines...
and ate ice cream while I sneezed and clucked to get at that damned itch in my throat...
and my foot has some color to it, compliments of the bruise that is currently residing on it.
I have come to realize, as I learn things, that my mind will know what to do that my body just cannot oblige, and there are things that my mind and body know, with which the body simply won't oblige...
Another thing that I just realized is that I probably get hurt just as much now as I did when I was a kid, but for some reason - kids have other things on their minds on which they would rather focus (like fun things*) than the pain or the pity and attention one can milk from an injury. Whereas we, as adults, have other things we could focus on that are much more important in the grand scheme of things than nursing our bangs and scrapes, but we choose to use those injuries as an excuse...
well... not all the time, but we do... It seems the more excuses we know, the more likely we are to use them... I guess it is our ambition, motiviation, intensity, and sense of duty that keep us pushing past that pain threshold to get something (deemed worthy, of course) done...
people amaze me... sometimes I just sit in awe at how extraordinary people are... from a far, we all are pretty much the same - but if you take a microscope to us - there are doors there that you never would have seen or known to open...
wow... and I thought I was gonna go on a tirade about how lazy we can get...
dammit... I lost a thought...
you know... as fast as I can type (which, by the way, is pretty darn fast) I still can't seem to get all of the thoughts down on electrons fast enough...
oh well... there is always tomorrow... or later... which ever comes first....
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*little kid running around with friends... stumbles scrapes knee... cries for about two seconds... then sees friends running around still and having fun. The kid will instantly forget injury and keep running around...
but how often to people our age bang up a knee or twist an ankle or cramp up? All the time! and what do they do?
The sit the rest of the game out...
wuss...
walk it off and finish the game...
:-P
08/26/03 at 07:17 AM:
i have that issue too, the typing and electron thing. you certainly look healthy to me. then again, what do i know. hi.