This is a pretty good picture, but this one here is PERFECT
Yesterday my acupuncturist told me I needed to be using one-third less energy. Also she told me I wasn’t getting enough sleep. It’s true, I haven’t slept through the night in months, and I get up way too early for no reason. This is partially because of the baby next door, and partially because I am thinking about writing, and partially because I am anxious about my life, and also anxious about the world in general, and partially because, you know, New York. And also who needs sleep anyway? The weak!
The weak. Yes. That’s who.
This is all bullshit, of course. I got myself into a crunched-up place the past few months. I am going out of town in a few hours to the woods of New Hampshire to dog-sit Dingo, Kate’s dog. Please prepare for NATURE PHOTOS. I am going to sleep for five days if it kills me. And I am going to write and read. Kate is leaving me a stack of books, a summer reading list to help me get amped up for this new novel.
But back to the one-third less energy idea. At 5 AM I wondered what I could eliminate from my life to get that one-third back. For a single person it is spectacularly easy to start chopping. Boozing around town is the big one, and relationships with diminishing returns is the other. Get rid of those two and your whole world is wide open. Consider them chopped.
