Well, I could be like some other bloggers I know and write something long, thoughtful and insightful about myself, developing as a person and my plans for the future and romantic stuff and somesuch else…

…but alas (a) i don’t have the time to do that, and (b) i don’t have anything applicable to share anyway. 😎

the upside is (c) i’m pretty happy and fulfilled anyway.

life chugs on:

• some stuff at work, i have to do but don’t wanna (long-haul)

• some stuff at work, i wanna do but don’t yet have time (bummer)

• personal achievements abound: gardening, planning, design, decor — it’s all quite exciting in fact, but i have friends whose achievements make my DIY efforts puny by comparison, so instead it is appropriate for me to just shut up and feel quiet satisfaction at what i have done, and feel quietly challenged by what i want to do.

• and of course, this all ties in with getting a second motorbike, someday. 😎

One of my ex-es once derided me for having no ambition; if you accept this as true for a moment, it poses a bit of a conundrum:

• even today I can’t for the life of me work out, express or perhaps comprehend what’s so marvellous about setting yourself hurdles to aggressively jump over, when instead you can potter along and deal with fulfillment on a piecemeal basis?

• yet i do enjoy satisfaction from completing certain tasks, crossing them off my todo list, enjoying the fruits of hard labour.

Maybe it’s a middle ground; if you see most projects as a “simple matter” of critical path analysis, gathering of tools and resources, plan execution and delivery, then with a good plan and good ingredients the results are almost guaranteed.

S’like cooking. 😎

Of course all bets are off when you start to involve other people and throw messy issues like emotion, empathy and sex into the mix, but that’s another story…

…but of course, that can be like cooking, too.