Gosh it's been a little while. There is much we must discuss, dear reader! But all in good time.
Please mind the gap.
Venturing Outside
This weekend I finally broke the cycle of not-doing-very-much courtesy of the pandemic and it's siblings anxiety & social-isolation.
Went kayaking with some friends this weekend. And had a picnic. It was nice.
Making a boat go in a straight line [against water, and wind] is rather difficult, it turns out.
Later met a friend for a drink. At a pub? (they still exist). Walked home. It was also nice.
We both got hit on by someone who was very, very under the influence of something. That was not so nice.
My body hurts from rowing, probably not helped by walking. This is a troubling sign.
Actually, sorry, I lied, last weekend I celebrated a friend's birthday in Victoria park. That was the first thing I did in meatspace recently.
Seeing people, meeting new ones (post-RAT), is pretty surreal honestly. I'm feeling a sense of enthused-trepidation about the whole thing.
I believe that when the highlight of your weekend is "hanging tarpaulin between three trees just in case it rains"
you are entitled to experiencing whichever life-crisis you want.
In definitely unrelated news, I am now experiencing a mid-20s crisis.
The Gap
Aka "the elephant in the room", or, "Alex, why did you stop writing weeknotes, and why did you slow down writing more generally?"
The short-answer: I did not have much to say for a little bit. I broke the streak.
Broken streaks are, as I'm sure you've learned from your past few failed attempts to learn German on Duolingo (c'mon let's be honest reader?), ironically very self-defeating!
Our streaks play at loss-aversion. Why break that number which is reaching its high hundreds?
But ... What happens when we inevitably miss a day, and lose that number? Will that number ever climb back up? Is there even any point?
Honestly I'm petrified of breaking my Apple-Health Activity streak. Or my Kindle streak.
Real lesson here, is that keeping up a streak is a very weak form of motivation. I'm going to work on it.
Minding The Gap
Okay, so this phrase is on my mind because I have been thinking about the London Underground a lot recently.
It might just be me? But I used to legitimately dislike the sort-of outside stations like Faringdon. Now I really enjoy them?
The concept of Kings Cross station being entirely underground seems quite unpleasant.
That said why do we listen to grumpy Brits talking about gaps? I miss the tunes that play on the JR. Seseragi brings back memories.
