Sometimes I forget I'm alive.

[lucilu]

Can you remember when you were a kid? Maybe you were easily entertained, making a fort out of assorted sheets and blankets, a few pillows thrown in for comfort. Maybe you'd let your imagination run wild when you would pop both ends of a box out, imagining that you would be someone from the Jetsons in your own little flying machine going to some

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[vizi]

Something I have found as I grow older, is a reluctance to do new things or to finish projects that I would like to complete. This stems in part, I think, from a desire for perfection in what I do. From having done very well at past endeavours, I am reluctant to embarass myself with a poor performance in future. Which is a silly attitude to take when I dwell on it, work will keep paying me ragrdless and my friends accept me for who I am.

One of the best pieces of advice I have encountered for motivating myself is: "projects are not finished, they are published." I find its not so much persistance that I need, as focus. One way of achieving focus is deadlines. I have been toying with the idea of writing a comprehensive article on military science texts in the middle ages for about five years now. Next year I am going to comit to a deadline of delivering that article in a presentation in the USA. Once I spend the cash on the aifares I think I will have given muself some good motivation for getting the project done.

[_presumptuous]

Let me be your friend?
_presumptuous!