I made some slight progress to recovering full fledged productivity today. I went for a swim - and I really need to remember just how fantastic an early morning swim actually makes me feel - and I did some tidying and did a half-hour on the bike. No freeweights but I'll get there.
Most crucially, I found a job to apply for and applied for it then and there. It may have been a bit impetuous but I suspect enthusiasm will win points with these employers. I also found another job that would be really great from a career perspective - entry-level advertising position - and I'll apply for that one tomorrow. Still haven't heard back from dream job but I always knew I'd have to keep submitting other applications if I was to take this seriously.
I'm not really happy with today's results, though. Given I had most of the day free (some family obligations notwithstanding), I could have done a lot more. Contrasting yesterday's post, I've once again been chastising myself about not getting enough done. What always fills my head when people, myself included, talk about doing one's best is the question of how anyone knows what they're really capable of and what's really holding them back.
Like, the only time I've been dead certain I couldn't do better was when I was physically incapacitated and, even then, it took some convincing that I was physically incapacitated. On days like this, I can't help but feel what was holding me back was laziness - and laziness should be easily overcome. What I try and remember is that my work ethic since I started this blog is generally better. Hopefully I can keep moving forward.
In other news, came up with a song concept. Basic idea is 'Can I Borrow Your Scapegoat?' but I think it needs to be more universal - I need to boil down the idea to its fundamental sentiment. It's basically about the Australian Occupy movements pinning their negligible suffering to the more disastrous experiences of the Occupy America movement.
To elaborate, American citizens do get truly, truly destroyed by corporate greed. Australia, as I'm quite fond of pointing out, is completely fucked on a number of levels but corporate greed has been quite kind to us. I resent the idea of someone who is dissatisfied with the fact that they aren't a millionaire comparing their plight to someone who owes one hundred grand at age 25 and is expected to pay it back on tips.
Now, this isn't to say there aren't good people in those movements and that there isn't merit in protesting corporate greed in Australia. I just know there are people attached to the movement who are trying to equate inconvenience with suffering - and not only is that unproductive, it's deeply disrespectful to those afflicted with genuine suffering.
Oh yeah, and anxiety. I just keep burning up these last couple of days. Nervy, panicky energy. If it keeps going I will have to see a doctor.
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