Welcome to the dead space of the year.
This week, for once appropriately laid out between weekends, always provokes some odd soul searching. Sure, it’s an arbitrary division of time based on a system that’s been hacked to hell and gone over the past 5,000 years, but it rests on a foundation of agriculture and nature that actually resonates with me at some bone-marrow level. The dark days of winter are upon us. It’s a time for resting, surviving the winter, and laying schemes and plans for the coming spring. It’s time to count the beans and figure out how many beans go in each pot of soup for the cold months.
Perhaps plant lights in the basement to give the seedlings for the garden a head start. I could do that.
We’re left with a slice (2%, give or take) of the old year. All of the papers are in full “what happened this year” swing, and it kicks off reflections on where I was a year ago and what goals and dreams I had about the 360 days that just passed. It’s been momentous, but most years are. I’m not the sort of person who can watch time pass for too long without freaking out and making violent changes to the plan. Short attention span or something. I just can’t endure the passage of days without some differentiation between them.
Cleaning too. I could stand to get rid of about 100lbs of paperbacks that I’ll never read again and that I wouldn’t loan out to a friend. CDs as well.
Lots of companies are closed right now. Notable for me is that Apple closes down (at least) their development arm for this week, so pressure is off from them. Most of the technical contacts I deal with for work are taking a well deserved break. Some will attempt major system upgrades during the slow days, and some of those will end up making my phone ring. I’ll end up doing some work this week, but the majority of the week is my own.
Maybe those six large file boxes in the basement are calling to me. I know for a fact that there’s more shredding to be done, bank statements from 1993 and the like. That appeals to me today. I think that’s where I’ll start. Aim for reducing the six boxes to three or less.
I love my heavy duty shredder.
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