There’s not much I want to say. Inspiration always seems to dry when the sun hides behind clouds and on the south side of the world. Still trying to meet my quotum; it shouldn’t take too much effort. Here are my efforts from last week. All separate pieces, not related, not even that interesting.
A while back, when I delved deeper into my Star Trek-dom, I noticed some of the actors started directing episodes. Being slightly curious I checked who did. I remember Patrick Stewart saying that Brent never had an interest in directing. Later I read the reason from the horses mouth. Brent said he never even thought of directing, because it takes a lot of energy to do that and he was only able to give small bursts of energy, only just enough for the acting. I understand that so well.
Today at work, a colleague who is the chairman of his own house owners union, was very tired because he had a meeting yesterday. He was telling us about the problems they were having. Then asked me if I was in the board of my union, to which I had to reply: “No”. The next question was: “Why not?” You can guess my answer.
If, in an impulsive action, I become a member of the board, I know how that’s going to go. I would put in the effort when sitting at the table. I would slouch when at home while I’m supposed to do things. I would do them at the last minute and I would do them only half. The intentions are there, the want nor the energy is however. Though I know I should. I know I don’t really have an excuse.
In this year of celebration, specifically Doctor Who 50th anniversary celebration, I have not said much about the good Doctor. I’ve been pacing myself. I feared I could not handle the suspension. I decided to not watch too much DW, because I might get impatient. It’s Whovember now, and I got impatient. Good news is, only two weeks wait till the Day of the Doctor.
For some reason, my colleagues are very sensitive to my well being…or something. In the last couple of weeks I’ve been asked several times if I’m all right. Sure, I have the yearly fall-exhaustion attack, but compared to other years, I feel pretty ok. It could have been worse.
Do I look so bad, lately? My energy levels have always alternated between average and low with the peek somewhere in early spring. I don’t think I’ve been behaving, nor looking that much worse, have I, do I? Yeah, sure, I assigned myself to a diet again and yes, I am doing some damage control in my private life. But still, it’s not that bad.
I think 2013 was out to confuse me, because I seem to be confused a lot this year. Confused about Jake at the start of the year. Confused about the royal family in the late 19th century. Confused about Star Trek and Brent in particular. Confused about my work, my private life, my colleagues and how my well being is perceived. Am I missing something?
What is next? I’m in the fade out period of my Brent interest. What will 2014 bring? I suspect interesting challenges and oppertunities on the job front and further failing of my private life.
What will 2014 bring?
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