As we get toward the end of the year, I sometimes re-read my journals to see how I spend it. A major part of “how I spent it” for me is less what I was doing than what I was thinking about — or what (or who) I was communicating with. This, from last January, proved to be of interest.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
7:30 AM. So, I am very aware that I went to the Florida Keys as an indirect result of some restlessness within me saying that my accustomed way of living had become unsatisfactory. I am equally aware that I am having to avoid temptations — a crossword puzzle, a Nero Wolfe, any of a number of possibilities — rather than slow down enough to do this. Commentary?