“For disappearing acts, it's hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work.” The quote is attributed to Doug Larson, though I will for the moment be a poor academic and admit I have not verified the source. When I was a working man, as opposed to the student I am today, I found this so incredibly true.
A day would consist of: waking up, eating breakfast, going to work, the gym or karate training, dinner and than back to sleep. Today, with school, I can’t really claim “eight hours of work,” in fact it changes each day. A pessimist might even claim that all there is in a day is school and sleep, and I fear school may have even infiltrated my dreams. I know that going out to dinner it creeps in, on my walk to and from school it dances across my mind. “Is that a strategic decision? Where’s the non-strategic act?”
I’d love to say in the past week I’ve become a lot more organized. That may not be a complete lie, but realizing where you are in comparison to where you thought you were is not always a happy realization. Do not mistake that for being in any sort of trouble, far from it truly. I just look forward to next semester, though dreaded finals loom in February and March. To those of you in or near your own final exam period I wish you all the greatest of luck!
Thus far written, I can only assume some of you have picked up on the fact that I am indeed late. I do apologize for that. I am still making every effort to have these written and posted by the end of the day Monday. It does not always work out. While it is incredibly important for me to keep in touch with all of you, this writing exercise is not at the peak of my to-do list. I have considered moving the due date for myself to Saturday, for Shabbat since everything around here is closed; however, I may not always be at home and so I have opted to keep it at Monday.
The single largest event of the last week was my trip on Sunday to Tel Aviv. There I met a friend for some humus, a tour of the Tel Aviv University campus and buying a guitar. I started practicing back in the United States; however, when I shipped out here I left my guitar at home. I didn’t bring it because I was worried about its transportation and safety. Now that I am living in an apartment, I can ensure at least safety. Of course, when it comes to it, I just added another time commitment to a schedule already over burdened. Not to mention that the baby downstairs may not like my practicing. So figuring out the best time to play will be interesting.
I also met another Budokan participant (wearing my Budokan shirt), and was told again to come on out to Hod HaSharon. It will be great to start training again. I shall have to see about getting another Judo gi. Ironically as some ladies collect shoes, Barney collects suits I may be on my way to collecting Gis. Assuming I don’t miss the stop, the bus ride may be a good opportunity to read, maybe even write. Lately something has struck me to start writing again. Nothing great, but that itch has returned. Now if only school would let me scratch it.
There are some many little notes I’ve scribbled to myself. Do this, do that. Most get done, some don’t. At the end of the day though, life is not a laundry list. I make a choice and that choice is to seek something greater. I’ll make up what I miss later, but for the moment, when things are just right you have to seize the opportunity. As the theory of ripeness goes (in regards to conflict management and resolution), failing to seize the opportunity hastens its departure. So take heed and take care, if there’s something out there you want and the opportunity presents itself. Think for a moment if you must, but just know that the opportunity may be gone tomorrow.
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