Friday night, or rather Saturday morning, I was up until about 3am because we were recording an episode of the podcast.
I woke up feeling like I was run over by a truck. So I spent the day moving slowly. I slept in, cuddled Missy a lot.
It was good. Sometimes it's good to exhaust yourself and reboot.
Found this 8 bit tie friday morning.
Brother and I wore them 4 years ago when we ran in the Disney Wine & Dine half marathon together. We had light up EL wire fedoras and shoelaces, wore all black, and these ties. We were "8 bit commuters".
Terrible pun, great memory.
So I have this friend, @Roewoof on twitter. This morning, while catching up on her feed, I stumbled across her often very NSFW tumblr, (hey, if you click it, you've been warned, okay?) which in turn led me to discover an absolutely amazing comic.
It's about a robot girl, going to a new school, and feeling socially awkward, and alone, until she makes a friend. Here's a page from it.
I know you're going to want to read the whole thing, which is available online, in two tumblr posts. Here's a link to the first one.
It's damn brilliant. I've never been a young robot girl, that I know of. But I instantly understood how both characters felt. I think we've all been there, being the new kid, not quite comfy in our skin, clothes, class, whatever. On a deep, deep level this thing speaks to me.
I'm so grateful I stumbled across it. I know you will be too.
OH OH - if you really dig it like I do - you can buy it for $3 at gum road.
After dinner last night, Missy asked me if I wanted a piece of chocolate cake.
My response was, "yes." (Well, okay, let's be honest here, it was more like "yes!!!!")
She didn't bring me a piece of cake, though. She brought me a piece of cake and a scoop of ice cream.
Because that's the sort of person my wife is. She doesn't do the minimum for people. She always brings a little something extra. She's thoughtful, and kind. As people go, she's really very sweet.
Like a piece of cake... with ice cream.
So it's come to my attention recently that I've got a right big case of Impostor Syndrome. I don't know exactly why I have it, what the cause is, but I'm incredibly hard on myself. I often think I don't know enough, haven't done enough, and don't measure up to a standard.
This isn't an all-the-time-every-moment-of-the-day thing. But it does happen a lot.
I'll think I need to have a certain level of proficiency at my job, or be at a certain place in my writing, or fitness in order to make the grade, to measure up to other folks I admire who do the things I want to do.
Wow, it's toxic bullshit. It's also a lie. People are just people. Everyone's got stuff they are great at. Everyone's got stuff they are still learning. That process, of always being in the state of learning things, there's even a word for it: living.
Which I sometimes know. I have this Lao-tzu quote on a digital sticky on my work computer, and on my home computer too.
Pretty smart guy, that Lao-tzu.
