Nath Jones's Blog - Posts Tagged "yin-yang"
Someday versus Today
This evening the girded loins of youth have subsided to the point that I'm staring out the window of my apartment, watching the sunset light reflect off some window unit air conditioners across the street. There is blue sky over bright, warm brick.
I'm tired. I don't want to seize the day. I need to take a few things to Goodwill and get batteries for my key fobs.
What I have at this point is an opportunity. That's what they say. This country, this mind, this freedom, this sense of duty to the art, to the talent, to the moment. This is it. Right now. Run down, exhausted, confused, surrounded by chaos, shifting priorities, dates, people, checks, ideas, and now the sun hits the glass of another building across the street and my whole home floods with light.
The print edition of the On Impulse series has been 8.5x11, 8.5x5.5, and 6x9. Why? How? I don't know. I am not a publisher. Did not ever anticipate that I would need to become one in order to move forward with these gifts.
This week it's just a few simple things: finalize the 6x9 interior files. Meet with someone on Wednesday about how best to maintain a mobile-optimized website over time.
Guess what? I don't care. And I don't want to get up and rush over to the coffee shop to get busily down to the grindstone on my novel.
I want to sit here snoozing in this light. I want Someday to go away. But it won't. And neither will Today.
They are both with us, as an American yin-yang. But as much as I might like to comment on such a thing, my eyes are closing while I skim some black and white Wikipedia page.
I'm tired. I don't want to seize the day. I need to take a few things to Goodwill and get batteries for my key fobs.
What I have at this point is an opportunity. That's what they say. This country, this mind, this freedom, this sense of duty to the art, to the talent, to the moment. This is it. Right now. Run down, exhausted, confused, surrounded by chaos, shifting priorities, dates, people, checks, ideas, and now the sun hits the glass of another building across the street and my whole home floods with light.
The print edition of the On Impulse series has been 8.5x11, 8.5x5.5, and 6x9. Why? How? I don't know. I am not a publisher. Did not ever anticipate that I would need to become one in order to move forward with these gifts.
This week it's just a few simple things: finalize the 6x9 interior files. Meet with someone on Wednesday about how best to maintain a mobile-optimized website over time.
Guess what? I don't care. And I don't want to get up and rush over to the coffee shop to get busily down to the grindstone on my novel.
I want to sit here snoozing in this light. I want Someday to go away. But it won't. And neither will Today.
They are both with us, as an American yin-yang. But as much as I might like to comment on such a thing, my eyes are closing while I skim some black and white Wikipedia page.
