It’s about time…
Amazing to me that when I’m on “break” my body seems to wake up at 7:00. What’s more amazing is that it has done so in all four (five if you count Arizona’s steadfast denial of any savings to be granted to daylight) time zones. I find this quite fascinating, as I don’t wake up consistently without an alarm clock during “regularly scheduled programming.” It would be less interesting if I went to bed at consistent times or had things to do in the mornings, but it seems the less I have plans, the more likely I am to pop up awake and see 6:59 on the clock.
I suppose I shouldn’t complain. Given the traumas of jet lag that many folks experience, I should simply embrace the power to adjust to changes in time zone. I remember losing that hour in the spring used to be traumatic when I was in my twenties, so flipping back and forth between eastern, central, and mountain having little effect on my well-being should be downright pleasant.
Yet, somehow, I feel the need to analyze, re-analyze, and over analyze. Perhaps that’s my mode of thinking and being, as I seem to take that approach with most things in life. The over-analysis can be justified when viewing my approach to making large purchases—I spent many months shopping for my truck, for example, and don’t feel that any of my research time was wasted. On the other hand, it can be just as painful and drawn out a process when it comes time to buy new razors, and despite needing to get kickstarter funding to buy the multi-pack of Gillette Fusion Proglide razors at Costco, spending months deciding which ones to buy is downright silly—not to mention leaving me looking like a homeless person in the interim given the ragged quality of my shaves…
Time will be interesting this spring as I spend my last semester in classes. My schedule finds me on campus most of the day every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, but on my own on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I know I’ll have to give myself a strict schedule to maintain balance between study, car racing, and bicycle riding. Lack of bicycle riding has left me with a few too many pounds around my waist that simply have to go, if for no other reason than to take the strain off my poor knees and ankles. Meanwhile, the wheels are in motion to get the Miata (Pearl) prepped for autocross and the Genesis (the “white Miata”) back on the track in the next few months, so I’ll be adding the joys, thrills, and trials of auto racing back into my schedule. My coursework looks pretty interesting, so I’m looking forward to it, and seriously hopeful that it won’t be the mental beat-down that Electrodynamics proved to be last fall.
