Tempted to do another today. Only 4 miles or so. More than likely I won’t, needing to recover. What work do I tend to this morning and the day… writing. I need to finish the goddamn book. HST mentality and discipline today. Intensify everything in my written way going into this new semester. Jackie waking early and devoting all energies to one project, a Harry Potter Lego set. And he worked in silence for well over an hour. Emmie and I coming downstairs, she requesting to watch a movie, and me expecting to find Jackie with one already on. But no. In fact Jackie requested quiet as he “needs to concentrate” he affirm. Emma of course protested and I told Jackie we’d put on with little volume. Now they both watch something, quiet, and giving me time to write.
So many people that have kids talk about it being so much work… that it’s so hard, that it’s draining and infuriating, that it makes you tired and sick and….. not sure I agree. I mean yes I’ve caught something, something they’ve brought home from school and there are times where you have to do the work. But, isn’t that expected? Why do so many parents complain about being parents? No judgement, or maybe there is, but I don’t understand the mentality of bitterness rather than learning from this small humans. Jack’s discipline and his conviction, and devotion to projects be it Legos or reading, or coloring, whatever he chooses he always wakes early and flies to his work and curiosities.
My book on work… nearing an end. All my projects, interests, forming and joining today. So what do I do in the couple hours I’ll have to errands… thinking, while in Healdsburg getting haircut gather information or anything for this new blog idea, the vinovinevin project. Realizing that in order to have a more sized dwelling that fits everything accrued and acquired by these wee beats, we need a bigger house. And lately my interest in homes and architecture has widely intensified. Not sure what it means and it doesn’t have to mean anything, again like the parent analogy you know you’re a parent and you have to be one so why are you grieving so much. Not that I’m grieving about my real estate inner-flirtation, I’m just not going to do much but enjoy my curiosity and see where it takes the writer. MY book on work, much about this… the ideas, the work that starts as something not work but just an idea, something you don’t know how to categorize or qualify.
Writing about work… thought about on my run yesterday getting closer to Sonic’s HQ, and the run before that as well, all the jobs I’ve had. Why I settled for something far beneath my capabilities and even present abilities. Every place taught me something though, from the first job of a grocery store where I was fired for no reason (honestly), and then the insurance office in San Leandro where I learned that if he can have his own agency then I can do anything, literally anything, I want with my life, professionally. Looking at both little poets on couch, wanting to one day work with them in some throw, see the focus has to be there, with them. Always. They will teach me how to get to my office, my agency…. How to run better. Everything.