My easy month is finished now, it was really around 4 and 1/2 weeks of minimal work and maximum hippytime. So how’d I fare?

About as expected, I got most of the things I need to do completed, but there a a handful of significant goals yet to be accomplished. As we all know, there’s no such thing as “enough time”.

From tomorrow, I’m back on the treadmill; that hamster wheel that wage slaves everywhere understand. You gotta keep it spinning, no matter what.

For the next six weeks or so, I am bloody busy, then I have a gap to catch my breath. After that, its anybody’s guess, and I mean that quite literally.

No matter how much I try to get a bit ahead, it never works. With my erratic and unpredictable life, finding time to do simple things can be impossible.

You can only do, what you can do, and there’s no point worrying about it either way. Words to live by.

When I work lots, I fall into a rut, a routine existence of work, sleep and more work with precious little else in between. I become a robot; an automaton; I transform into a shift-machine. For me, that’s normal, but I’ve always been a closet work-aholic.

OK, there have been no closets involved. My hunger for work has never been a secret, I’ve always been keen.

My problem is I crave structure and parameters, I am sustained by being part of an organisation. When left to my own devices, while capable of sustained effort on a project, I struggle with motivating myself. I work better with clearly defined goals, deadlines and rewards, much like a lab rat learning a maze, knowing there’s a bit cheese awaiting me when I complete it.

I’m not getting enough cheese.

What’s worse, is I enjoy working on my own stuff, very much, but the distractions of daily life seem to be the main thing getting in the way. I should make an effort to work less, so I can work more on my own things.

Easier said than done.

Most things are.

Hey ho.

We all pretend we’re in control of our own lives and destinies, but its an illusion. Our programming and subconscious hold more sway over our behaviour than fate or free will. Free will is another one of those illusory ideas that we all subscribe to.

The American comedian, George Carlin once said something along the lines of “that today, freedom means being able to choose between Coke and Pepsi”.

Gosh, I’m suddenly thirsty!