Occupy, occupy

Nothing is so unbearable to a man [sic] as to be completely at rest,
without passions, without business, without diversion, without study.
He then feels his nothingness, his falseness, his insufficiency, his
dependence, his weakness, his emptiness... (Blaise Pascal).

I really think so too, Blaise. How can we, bunch of do-ers as we are, ever reconcile the fact that in our innermost beings we are actually frail, insufficient, dependant and weak? We don't. We just ignore and hide it. By doing things.

My problem is that I am always doing something. Or thinking about doing it. Even in my emptiness, I still devise plans on the next project, next undertaking (worthwhile or not is another matter altogether). Blame it on the Type A syndrome, or high sugar intake, or grandma's super strong influence (she never seemed to stop doing housework - nor any work for that matter).

Hey, I dunno why I am wired this way, ok?

I do know however, that this weekend's photo shoot at the coastal village would be fun. Sure, it's work. But it's paid fun, so that's gotta count for something. In fact, the troops leave in exactly 6 hours. Can hardly wait.