The last two years have not been boring. I understand that transitional periods are sometimes seperated by periods of neutral uneventful stasis, but I can’t remeber the last time that I have experienced existential boredom on such a profound scale.
I have visa problems – the status quo for freelance international performers and creators. I am therefore stuck in a professional purgatory between Tokyo and Taipei until August 22 – exactly two weeks after I was supposed to arrive.
So I’m having a bit of a forced vacation really. Training is going well, at least. I am reading some interesting books:
I am living with a Spanish flamenca and that provides a lot of opportunities to talk about culture, language, and art. I am taking advantage of the scheduling mismatch by seeing a lot of friends with whom I have not been able to visit and by catching up on some lost sleep, but I find I react badly to boredom in general.
Why is it that when I have all the time to do the things I want to do my motivation flags? Over the last year or so I was lucky when I had an hour or two of the day to myself. I feel like I would accomplish more in those two hours than I do now in a whole week. I mentally detune without the pressure of deadlines and meetings.
I have not been writing every day. I have not been working on my Chinese. I have not been writing up all of the work I have done in Tokyo. I haven’t even managed to get a haircut or sell my bike!
I think that the solution to the problem is going to involve some artificial deadlines. Being disciplined when there are serious professional consequences is one thing; being disciplined when you have 24 hours of free time is quite another.