This happens every time I have a week of travel.
By the time Sunday rolls around, I reach a point in the afternoon where I sit in the chair by the living room window as my brain cracks into pieces. I feel a buzz, even though I’m sober. I feel some bloat, even though my eating has been clean.
Mood music: “Ace of Spades” by Motorhead:
I feel the need to go into hyper-active mode, even though that’s the last thing I should be doing today.
It’s been a good day. Good Mass this morning, a fun Lego run with the kids this afternoon, and the weather is spectacular.
But I’m preoccupied.
I’ve gotten to do a lot of writing the last two weeks and now I’m looking at a week where there will be a lot more editing than writing. Deadline for the May print edition of CSO Magazine is coming up soon and I got a week behind while I was in California. There are guest columns to edit and post, and a book proposal to tweak.
During the RSA security conference, an editor for a security book publisher approached me about writing a book. But my idea veers too far from their normal content, and I’m doing some tweaking to fuse my idea with some of what they’re looking for.
If it doesn’t come together, so be it. But until then, I’m going to preoccupy myself with ways to come up with something they can sell.
One way or another, the book is going to get written. It’s in my head and will scrape the inside of my skull until I let it out.
Then there’s Source Boston, one of my favorite annual security conferences, which is coming up the week after next.
My want is to work the conference hard each day and write a lot of articles from it, but that aint happening because Sean and Duncan are on school vacation that week. It’s also Sean’s birthday and there will be a kid’s party to help pull off somewhere in there.
It’ll all work out fine. It always does. But planning how to balance the work thing with family has always been a challenge for me.
In the end, Sean’s birthday will win out. It’s more important than the other thing. Wife and kids come first.
All these things are examples of me obsessing about things beyond my mortal ability to control.
I manage that instinct a hell of a lot better than I used to, but it never fully disappears.
The fear-anxiety part did disappear, and that’s made each day a gift.
But lying around care-free? Not gonna happen unless I fall asleep.
As long as I keep it from becoming a control freak-out, it’s all good.
Welcome to my world.