Inertia
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
The Church of Pugilism was thoroughly uninspiring this Sunday. I showed up, sure, but honestly, my heart wasn't in it. And I was moving sloooooooowly. The languid pace of my punches strikingly discordant with the rapid thump thump of the music around me. "Dragging ass", I believe, is the technical term for my behavior. Nonetheless, I went through the motions all the way to the end, at which point, I ruminated on the limits of my capacity for discipline. Sadly, while I can force myself to do something I'm not inspired to do, I can't yet force myself to get inspired by doing it. If that makes any sense at all.
...Or whatever...
Here's some meaningful trivia for the road:
- Ezra Klein waxes pragmatically about real change.
- Can we get more rail up in this stimulus bill? I think we can; I think we can.
- John Cole's voracious rants are veracious. Rant, John, rant!
...Or whatever...
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2 dispense karmic justice! (or just comment here):
Yep. When it's not there, it's not there.
Maybe there's some zen trick -- kinda like smiling actually releases endorphins, which **makes** you happier.
--GG
GG--Good question. I should definitely read more into the art of faking it 'til making it.
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