It’s beginning to look and feel like fall again, and while I usually feel a little sad à la Ernest Hemingway (” You expected to be sad in the fall…), I feel only eager this year. Eager for the end of things. Eager for the beginning of others.
I sort of hate this person who bemoans the present and pines for the unknown future, who knows, with unrealistic certainty, that what is to come will be better than what is, who perpetually fails to “be here now.” But I’m beginning to side with her.
I’m reading Flow, by that psychologist with an uncommonly long name, and it’s reinforcing all my thoughts and beliefs about myself and my work. It’s unnerving.
Heres a particularly appropriate passage:
In all the activities people in our study reported engaging in, enjoyment comes at a very specific point: whenever the opportunities for action perceived by the individual are equal to his or her capabilities.
I dun have that.
I want that.
I’m gonna get that.
So. Fall, typically my favorite season, can kiss my ass this year. I’m ready for winter. And new skills. And rediscovered flow.
I’m gonna become a web developer. Who’s gonna help me?
Streets Walked: Home to Madison Ave. to 121st St. to 2nd Ave. to 120th St. to 1st Ave. to 119th St. to Pleasant Ave. to 117th St. to 1st Ave. to 109th St. to 5th Ave. to 106th St. to Park Ave. to 108th St. to 3rd Ave. to 106th St. to 2nd Ave. to 108th St. to 1st Ave. to 114th around circle to 3rd to 116th to Taco Mix to Pleasant Ave. to 117th St. to 2nd Ave. to 122nd St. to Madison Ave. to 118th St. to Home
Sights Seen: Harlem Courthouse