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Hope is…

“Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords: but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain; and expectations improperly indulged, must end in disappointment. If it be asked, what is the improper expectation which it is dangerous to indulge, experience will quickly answer, that is such expectation as is dictated not by reason, but by desire; expectation raised, not by the common occurrences of life, but by the wants of the expectant; an expectation requires the common course of things to be changed, and the general rules of action to be broken.”

— Samuel Johnson, quoted in Boswell’s Life of Johnson (Project Gutenberg edition).

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Needs versus wants

On the one hand, I own enough already to keep me busy for the rest of my life.

On the other hand, I still want everything on my Amazon wishlist.

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Commitments

I’ve come to think of commitments as the structure of life.

Make the right commitments, and I have a platform to stand on.

Make the wrong commitments, and I have a prison to live in.

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Out of action

Home sick again today. My fifth illness in the last two months. I’m glad I have a couple of weeks off over Christmas and New Year’s—I clearly need it.

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Bleah

I have had an Inspector Maigret mystery checked out but unread, in case I needed something to read while sick in bed.

Coming in handy today…

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How I know I’m stressed

Aside from the more obvious indicators, there seem to be two reliable indicators that I’m feeling stressed:

  1. I don’t blog.
  2. I don’t read.

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20 years ago

It was 20 years ago last night that I spent my first night in the dorms at Ohio State.

Last night, I dreamed that I was checking in to Morrill Tower all over again, but this time I was 38.

(The number of people who know me who would be surprised to see me moving into Morrill Tower at age 38? Smaller than you might think.)

My one enduring memory of that day had been caused the night prior, when my best friend and I celebrated my last night in California by spending five hours at the 24-hour bowling alley where we used to go. We bowled about 15 games, after which I didn’t sleep until I arrived in Columbus. So I woke up my first morning of college with absolutely no feeling in my right hand. (It did eventually come back.)

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