Anecdotal evidence
I'm going into hospital for a hip replacement tomorrow. I'm strangely excited. No-one likes surgery, of course, but I'm looking at it as just another adventure. And I do like adventure. More importantly, I've started planning all the things I'm going to do once I'm all healed up - and the list is looking good.
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On caring more than you should
Merlin Mann on Back to Work #55:
Contrary to what you might believe, there is a surprising amount to be...
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A life hackHours shaved off every day? Innumerable.
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Lazy Sunday.
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Riiiight.
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Frog in the big city.
I remember being young, but I cannot for the life of me remember what I used to see when I looked in the mirror. I feel like I’ve had an old face my entire life.
Well, you know, PERSONALLY I wouldn’t have chosen the word “old”… but still, I know just what you mean. And also, even though I remember doing some very silly, childish things*, I can’t remember thinking or rationalising in a childish way.
*For instance, when I was about 4, I scribbled all over my 16-year-old brother’s brand-new diary with a ballpoint pen. When my mother and brother confronted me about it, I lied confidently and said it wasn’t me. And I stuck to my story, no matter how much they insisted that it MUST have been me. I was the only person under the age of 14 in the house. Did I honestly believe that the others would all begin to suspect one another, based on my assertion of innocence? What a silly little child that squinty-eyed girl in the photos must have been.
