Reposting this from November, 2010
Looking back, five years ago at this time, I was up to my ears in busy-ness, always feeling like I was scrambling to keep up, and repairing a lot of damage from my TBI six years before. It seems strange to think that even after six years I was still on the mend, but I was. For a whole lot of different reasons — most of them had to do with me turning into a little more of a recluse after each repeat TBI, and eventually living in my own little world for many, many years.
Funny, how isolation will affect your thinking.
Anyway, here’s where I was, five years ago… Gonna dig deeper, ’cause it’s that time of the year when I’m coming up on the 11th anniversary of the fall that trashed my life. Some perspective from retrospective is called for.
Things are looking up, which is why I haven’t been here much. Not that I’m only using this space to vent and complain and find fault — I’ve just been really busy with really good stuff, and I’m just now coming up for air.
The job is good — extremely busy, and leaving me feeling like I’m constantly behind, but still good. The pace is blistering, which helps to keep me out of my head. It is also forcing me to take a really close look at how I do (and don’t do) things, which causes me to be either less effective or more effective.
I’m learning to be effective.
Funny — I feel like I should know this stuff already, like I’m perpetually behind, and everybody else knows things I don’t. But as it turns out, though that may be partially true, I know a lot of things other…
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