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Potatoes and Anxiety
Sep. 12th, 2004 10:22 amYesterday I did 0 dissertation revision. I am overcome with dread and revulsion at the idea of doing it. Still, it has to be done. Hating the prospect doesn't make the necessity go away, so now I need to do all the weekend diss work today. OK.
To make it better, I have another new crock-pot recipe happening and I feel good physically. Also, my work area is set up such that I can take meditation breaks to work with my anxiety around it. Chances are good that my negative feelings will subside once I start working. Sigh.
I also emptied both 30-gallon potato drums yesterday, and harvested about a cup and a half of baby potatoes from them both. It was a spectacular failure of mammoth proportions. It was such a monumental potato disaster that I found myself laughing in disbelief with Ken as we emptied the huge containers. I have some thoughts about what went wrong, but I'll need to do some research to confirm or disprove my suspicions. It was unbelievable exercise, at least. Note to self: rethink planting potato drums on the second floor balcony next year.
As Ken reminded me, every failure teaches you one more method by which NOT to do something---in this case, grow potatoes.
Ok, off to shower and sit with George's laptop and my anxiety.
To make it better, I have another new crock-pot recipe happening and I feel good physically. Also, my work area is set up such that I can take meditation breaks to work with my anxiety around it. Chances are good that my negative feelings will subside once I start working. Sigh.
I also emptied both 30-gallon potato drums yesterday, and harvested about a cup and a half of baby potatoes from them both. It was a spectacular failure of mammoth proportions. It was such a monumental potato disaster that I found myself laughing in disbelief with Ken as we emptied the huge containers. I have some thoughts about what went wrong, but I'll need to do some research to confirm or disprove my suspicions. It was unbelievable exercise, at least. Note to self: rethink planting potato drums on the second floor balcony next year.
As Ken reminded me, every failure teaches you one more method by which NOT to do something---in this case, grow potatoes.
Ok, off to shower and sit with George's laptop and my anxiety.
