the first of the original twelve steps from alcoholics anonymous deals with the admission that we are powerless over alcohol.
here is my first step: i am powerless over perfection and i am admitting it.
but i have a plan to help overcome this condition: i’ve signed up to participate in nanowrimo this november. the thing that drew me to the willingness to participate was found on their web page:
“make no mistake: you will be writing a lot of crap. and that’s a good thing. by forcing yourself to write so intensely, you are giving yourself permission to make mistakes. to forgo the endless tweaking and editing and just create. to build without tearing down.”
so many times in life i have found myself with a lot to say but without the perfect words to convey what i wanted to say. this event will hopefully help me get past that.
i have a theory that i am working with: people don’t realize just how much space they take up.
i notice this theory in action when riding the bus on my morning commute.
the bus is almost always standing-room only by the time it gets on the freeway and heads south in to the city.
i get on at an early stop so i always have a seat to sit in. by the time it gets to the last stop, there are only about 1/3 of the seats still available and enough people to fill those seats plus more.
now, i’m a big guy – not fat, but solid [that’s my excuse anyway – what my wii fit tells me is a different matter]. and there usually is another guy sitting one seat away from me who looks like he could play linebacker for an nfl team [or at least a cfl team] leaving one small seat between us for someone petite [or perhaps a midget].
enter big person, exhibit 1.
i think that there are a lot of people walking around who think they are thinner than they really are. they try to squeeze in to places that no one in the right might should squeeze in to. they sit between me and nfl linebacker man and spread the shoulders all the way out so as to push nfl man and me away – me, pressed up against the window of the bus.
i try to read my book but am keenly aware for the entire 40-minute ride that my back is tweaked in a manner unknown to man and that probably should stop by HR before going to my desk to seeing if my insurance policy covers chiropractic work.