Meanwhile: not a house on fire

Once again, today my brain was going somewheres elses when all I needed to do was drop down the first section of the Zen stuff.

The more I thought about how easy the Zen stuff would be, and how good it would be to move things forward here (get to the fun bits) — the more I frustrated myself.

I started in on a habit of mind I just can't wait to shed: that of comparing what I've done today against what I'd planned on doing, trying to see if Princess Me can mine a pea's worth of misery out of hazy inequalities along the way; disappointment-stalking oneself in realtime.

—Pthbthb.  I'm learning to give a little bit of rein to the unplanned-but-not-amiss things that can crop up and, I'm glad to say, generally with great return.

My last good thought of the day had me quite excited: I didn't know if I should do some (maaybe-not-all-that-)cursory patent searches, or try to (jokingly) become a Pinterest superstar, or maybe help +Martin Murray perpetrate some brilliant neohooliganism at DEFCON this summer — each use sounded better and funnier than the last.

[If anyone knows anything about amateur inventing and/or how to attempt to engage companies for limited partnership projects, please click my name below and mail me — I'd appreciate it. Some of these are too good to leave on the floor. Thanks]

But my stupid can't-stop-comparing brain kept trying to remind me about Zen...

And yet, I did have a number of good blog ideas I slotted into the future plan. And I needed to remind myself that while I was supposedly "off-course" today was also when I saw and joked with Miah and Alexander and Bria, and when I made new friends in Dave and CJ (so many CJs lately, what is that?).

By an objective measure my output today was great, and I had a good time, too — it's only the Zen thing that was bugging me. But it quieted: I just had to admit to myself that it wasn't a house on fire; it was a false urgency.

The only thing at risk were expectations, and they have been gently declining in the pantheon of my conscious esteem for some time now, I'm pleased to say.

(Plus, if I were desperate and/or willing to spend a lot more time with it than I think I'd want, I could make a million off the idea I had tonight. But I really can't help thinking that I would be the absolute coolest dad ever if I made one for my own— Okay, that idea's starting to go off-track.. :)

Which means I guess I'm done with a day I'm pleased with; neat. More soon.
Cheers—