Well, June 22nd was my off-the-net 30th birthday. It was good not staring at a computer screen all day. Anyway, at least I was getting another year older. The very next day we lost Ed McMahon, and today he was joined by Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. Sad losses, all of them.
Anyway, my life continues to go on, even as the stress goes up. At home, I'm finally getting things fairly leveled out now. It took a while after we moved my Dad to Kelowna, but I'm finally back into the swing of things now. At work, I'm still having some problems. The project is still a moving target, and if there's change involved, I'm probably going to get stressed. Having to depend on other people's code is also a change that I am still adjusting to. Realizing that other's depend on my code, that's faily simple, but not being able to fix something right now because the bug isn't in my code, but in someone else's, that is going to take a bit longer.
Like everything else, I'll get used to it. I will adapt. I always have, I always will. Changes are good for the soul, even if they hurt some times. When you get over the initial shock, you'll generally find that life is a lot better than it was before. For instance, I haven't touched anything harder than pot in almost 4 years. Even that blessed green herb that was formerly one of my friends, I've only visisted once a year for the last 3 years (always on, or as close to as possible, April 20th.)
In a completely different area of my life, I was single for 11 years. I've now been together with my wife for 3 ½ years (hmm, I'm seeing a pattern here) and I've been a father for 2 ½ years.
If I can go from a drug-using bachelor to a clean, married father, then these recent changes should be a piece of cake.
That of course is a simplification. As are most blog entries. Adapting to changes is something that most people have trouble with, but some find harder to deal with than others. Living with severe attention deficite disorder (controlled with caffeine, as I refuse to use things like ritalin), combined with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder (a very narrow-focused one at least), can be difficult at the best of times. The combination of the conditions makes changes harder to accept.
Harder to accept does not mean impossible. I will change, and it will be a change for the better. I will be more efficient, more diligent, and a better husband and parent. I am still working on my Om'ara programme, which is a "exercize programme for the body, mind and soul", which is helping as I get the details defined. I often find that having things formulated into a set of rules, like those of my personal Om'ara programme, help me stay focused on the goals.
Anyway, I've probably bored you to tears by now, so I'll stop while you're still alive. No need to contribute to the death (by boredom) of the few remaining people who read this site (and bothered to read the full story), there's been enough death already the last few days. Time for life.
So get out there, and LIVE!