I am writing this from our future office space; we had come in today to arrange things in advance of ‘everyone’ starting here on Monday. I don’t know that we will be moving in quite that soon, but at least we are making progress in turning the space to our needs.
As I sit here enjoying a nice lunch from the sandwich shop on the corner, I am quite happily reflecting on the pleasure of busy. For me, it feels good to be doing. That’s one reason I always have a video game running at home — besides the pleasure of gaming, it helps me fight against the bipolar’s attempts to dominate my thinking and mood. So one can probably surmise from that that the act of doing something actually productive and vaguely novel feels all the more better!
I don’t know whether or not the doing feels all the better for having bipolar; it’s something I wonder about though. As I’ve mentioned in the past and those who also have bipolar appreciate, part of the disorder is feeling things very strongly. The good and the bad, it puts us on the blade of the knife. It’s not quite that dramatic now that I’m medicated and better aware of my health boundaries, but it’s oh so easy to push too hard because one feels buffered by the good and the satisfaction. I know that I’m both pleased and slightly weary, and that I’m patting myself on the back for sitting and taking a break.
Anyways, there’s not much more I can add to that. I’m pleased with things at the moment, and hopefully am doing the right thing to cherish it without pushing myself into a bad state. 🙂