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This Yom Kippur - no - this whole Elul period and the Ten Days of Tshuva were filled with awe and contemplation. Besides all my misdeeds, bad character traits, smaller and bigger transgressions, besides my more or less (less) successful attempts to maintain peace with my surroundings, besides all I should really fear, what I surely should regret and improve, cease from doing or start doing, or start doing again. Besides all these that were on my mind, I had one more little, indeed negligible, not important in comparison to the above, ISSUE in my trembling mind. Will my dissertation be inscribed in the Book of Success?
And during the days of awe and contemplation, it seemed I was in the right direction. My plan was to work on it slowly, steadily, and to finish it in due time. Exactly like I promised myself ten years ago (oh yes, man), then again when I got married five years ago (happy anniversary!), and to make sure again when my first and second were born (thereafter, since I like order). Overall optimistic view of me sitting down with my books and computer, notes, and other notes, and some additional notes, just not to forget anything, every day except Shabbath Eve, at eight o'clock sharp (dishes, floors, snacks for tomorrow - all done and the kids peacefully sleeping). All rested from the hard brain work at work, thanks to the playful afternoon with our offspring (wink wink). My brain again fresh and happy to collaborate and cooperate.
And lets not forget these free days, when I have reached my monthly hours at work.
This day came today. One day after Yom Kippur. What a wonderful chance. What a wonderful timing. Sitting in a coffeehouse, my favorite, and the only productivity stimulating workplace, with something small to sooth my guts, an opened computer, and some notes.
So why, instead of writing down the yet unwritten, why do I waste time on my blog? So here is what I loftily did not consider: I can think of million things at once, but not million plus one.
This morning, this one more thing, that did not get it into the limits, was to take the actual folders with the text of the dissertation (don't ask, why they are not placed safely in my computer. Or do.).
My coffee is getting cold, the cake is not tasty as it was at a first bit. My computer is longing for more folders and so am I. Longing for more folders, more time, more energies, more flexibility, more Sitzfleisch (more polite way to say "stick your ass to the chair and work, work, work, until done"), less procrastination, less blockages of my mind pipes, and more fluent traffic ibidem.
I wish you the same in the year 5779, and on this optimistic note, lets get into work, and work, work work, until done (the work).
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