I’m feeling much better today after some sufficient hours of sleep. Sufficient, but not ideal. I didn’t mention it in the last post but I’m writing from Honolulu. Love that humidity and heat; hate that full-blast AC. I haven’t had much opportunity to explore yet but I’ve done some island things. Beach day, coconut shrimp, wore a lei. It’s my fourth time in Hawaii so I’m not stressin’ over it much. Right now my priorities’ to catch up on sleep and lay off the alcohol for a bit so my body can recover. And maybe when I’m feeling good again, I’ll spend time running and swimming by Waikiki so I can eat without restraint. Four times and I’ve only ever been to Oahu. It’s a shame. I really want to check out the other islands and I was very close to going to Maui last year but I heard it’s tough to get around without a vehicle. In due time, I suppose.
It’s two months into the year and it feels like time is going by way too fucking fast. I think it’s because this year, more than ever, I’m constantly keeping myself stimulated. Physically and mentally. I’m constantly moving and constantly preoccupying myself with an endless number of things to do and think about. I’m not giving myself a lot of down time but it’s kind of nice; I like this pace. But when am I going to burn out?
Lately, I’ve been especially consumed by learning and absorbing as much information as I can. Different things depending on how much energy I have. I already spend a lot of time and effort to learn about the things that interested me — learning new words, about animals, understanding cultural differences, familiarizing myself with new opera arias, etc. But what I’ve been trying to do this year is to spend more time learning about things that I’m not interested it. Sometimes it’s tough but I’m putting in the effort. There are just some things that I simply don’t have the patience for and I need to get over that eventually. Like using spreadsheets… I am especially impatient when it comes to technology, politics and pop culture. But I kinda wanna be a polymath, ya know? Again, in due time.
You’re addicted to progress.
Is progress a short-lived and false sense of happiness? It’s a worrying thought sometimes. Maybe there are more valuable, more lasting forms of happiness I could be spending time to develop…