I'm feel kind of introspectively dissatisfied at the moment. Yeesh, how obtuse and self-centered can I be, right? It's driving me mad. I suppose ill be spending all of my life watching out against my terrible secret pride, my incredible narcissism hidden so subtly beneath a get-jolly-free facade... If that makes any sense....even my writing style conveys such arrogance it really is maddening... Or is it my constant interpretation of my every thought style or whim that is the cause of my madness? Oh well it's probably both, as usual. Blah blah blah, vanity vanity vanity.
Feelin fairly well balanced much of the time now, in terms of stress handling abilities. Rhodiola is still working happy to say! But something feels a little empty still. I think it is perhaps because I spend too much time focused on work and not work...and by not work I mean the things I do to recover from work... Which are not very fulfilling...
Thus the emptiness, yes.... A bit of a funk... Must get out.... So hard though as I feel I do need most of that not work time in order to keep working...slowly but steadily I must figure out other more meaningful ways to recharge....or rather, simply do them....
Poopz.
