In the middle of a discussion about how a clear mind and a high-functioning network reinforce each other, evidence was delivered on exactly how that works. Message well-received.
I have been so much more productive in the last six months than I have in the past six years. Thirteen years. Not every minute of the last six months has been productive, but enough has happened that I am learning to stop measuring in minutes and I can now measure days. I have a decent overview and can foresee measuring in months very soon.
One path to a clear mind is a clear work-space. Clutter is representative of many things: you are too busy, you are too receptive, you are hiding from something. Building a fort. I'm no hoarder, but I do tend toward hanging on to things that may prove useful later, in the belief that I won't have to waste resources going out to buy a whatever once I figure out what I need. I think my Scots-Irish Ewing genes have handed down this pragmatism w…
Someone from the periphery of one of my past lives gave me
this picture. I have a fleeting recollection of the moment – I think my brain
was rather empty, or unable to process what I was supposed to be feeling. Here I was, dressed for Graduation from Middle School. I like how the picture is a little bit creepy.
We were living in a Deep East Texas trailer park. Each
trailer was situated on at least one acre of land. Ours was a three-bedroom:
parents and new baby Michael in the master, a room for four boys, and a
room for the four girls. My dad built bunk beds – two sets for each bedroom. There was a connecting bath, like the
Brady Bunch. All the wars you can imagine happened there. The eldest son lived in the camper out back.
In this picture, I’m wearing the graduation dress that was
made for me. One of the school counselors had approached my parents about the
pending ceremony and asked whether she could arrange an outfit for me. She took me to the mall, and we shopped
I'm nostalgic today. Remember that moment when Yes We Can turned into Yes We Did? We did that.
We elected the first-ever Partly Brown Man to head the United States of America. Our history evolved from systemic oppression to actualization of The American Dream, and then we let it roll back.
I was accused, by friends who self-identify as pro-equality freethinkers, of being racially motivated to vote for Obama. I'll cop to that. I never expected him to be a Magical Politician. I voted for the only Brown Person Non-Good-Ol-Boy to get to the Superbowl in my lifetime, because I could. Because I was sick of the White Patriarchy holding all of us down; not just brown people, all of us. Systemic narcissism hurt me, too, and it still does.
We overcame. And then we stayed home, and the White Patriarchy stood up.
No, this also affects you.
Moneypenny is not just a secretary. She is a bright, forward-thinking young person; she is the future of America. She helps me try to unravel the …