I have a love/hate relationship with fall. My whole life, fall has felt like a new beginning; maybe it's the association with school. The chance to start again, give it another shot, and maybe not be the dorky nerd I was just months before, when school let out for the summer. It never worked, but fall always ignites in me a desire to try again. Clean the office, clear my head, and see if I can make something out of the last few months of the year.
On the other hand, the change in weather triggers a hibernation mode. I sleep more, but rest less. I can't think, and ironically I'm not motivated, despite the "let's give another try" mindset September brings.
In short, I buy new office supplies but am too tired to use them.
I cleaned my office last week, and that was definitely motivating. The sun was shining, the cat was lounging in the open windows, the dog asleep under my desk. I got a lot of stuff organized, found some files for projects I'd been working on an set aside that I'd really like to pick back up again.
Then it started raining, and it got dreary and dark, and all I want to do is crawl up on the couch and read. And then take a nap.
My music blog is getting the minimum effort; I have dozens - and I mean that literally - of CDs to write about. The humor site is getting the minimum effort, too. It's almost like I can reward myself with a nap if I do just the bare necessities.
And so, on this dreary Sunday afternoon, I thought I'd exert a little effort and update this blog. I have a DVD to review "Save Me," and I'm in the middle of a couple of books I should finish (The Innocents Abroad (very good, but the print is so small I'm having trouble reading too much at once) and The Shack (which I find incredibly boring and cheesy but everyone keeps telling me to finish so, so I suppose must), and I just started an interesting non-fiction book about a park ranger who disappears in the Sierra Nevada mountains.)