"Some people own cats...

...and go on to lead normal lives." - Unknown

It has all been very bleugh lately. I read about Catherine Zeta-Jones's bipolar disorder, and I think, "Am I bipolar?". All these inactivity is not merging into hyperactivity, though. So, I guess I don't have an excuse now, as to why it is I have been sitting on my behind, waffling, couch-potatoing, doing absolutely nothing about whatever it is I have signed on to do :(

On the bright side, I have attempted to declutter my stuff, and the belongings roundabout me/us, as I tend to do whenever I find myself in a slump or two. It's as if that I realize this sinking feeling is about to turn into a deep dark hole with a tangible presence of a suction below, that I suddenly spring into action, and attempt to claw myself out of that horrible place.

I guess when you're a so-called person 'who can work independently', and when you are trusted to organize self and get the job done in a timely fashion, one is given the benefit of the doubt, and the minute details of your work is not hold up to the light at the end of the day, but at a time when one feels ready to show the world those thoughts, ideas and products done in secret. Until such time, independents have to, and in fact, must, abide by the highest self-discipline ever. No holidays till reports are turned in; put down that second serve of cake till the paragraph has been fully written up; no sleep till this chapter is completed.

These, these work rules, coupled with an easily-sensitive guilt conscience is what can help push independents to complete their contract, where the noblest of noble goals and the most lucrative of worldly incentives fail to push.

Last but not least, the idea that work is simply that, work, is something that needs apply forcefully at the crack of the working day. Work must not outweigh family, nor relaxation, nor love, nor idling by watching children, and cats, grow... for if it does, it will be like getting on a train only to find that the train going the other way was the one that we should have gone on. Life literally passing us by.

Strike a balance, people say. I say, 'Just strike! Something, anything... just strike already"... Amen to that... Happy Easter to all celebrating it. May you have productive weeks ahead!