In A Day's Work

[ursula]

Worked on my car all weekend. Now I have silly muscle aches from standing on tiptoe reaching into my engine. The muscle in my arm I use for turning a wrench and scrubbing counters is sore too. *sniff*

Honestly, though, I don't feel whiney, I feel the sweet ache of accomplishment. It's good to work with my dad, and my moments of sheer stupidity are balanced by small successes. I'm good at aligning valves, I guess. I want to say it's because I'm good at fine work, reading tables, stepping through slowly, blah blah, but maybe I shouldn't? Maybe by describing ourselves too neatly we fence off possibilities? Make a piece of good work look backwards instead of forwards?

Thought a lot about music, too. I'm liking rougher music than I used to. More of the blues...

[Same game.]

Comments

[reasie.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear, this may be me... it has 'blah blah' in it. and a *snif*

if it's not me, my second guess is crystalpyramid.

Dang there's a lot of people who commented to your original post of this series. Can we get an update on who's left to be accounted for?

[ursula]

It is you. It has the deep thoughts about motivation, too!

I seem to stay constant at 10 left, since posting attracts a few more every time. Maybe I'll list them when I'm feeling a bit more procrastinatory ;)

[gwacie.livejournal.com]

You did a good job on the descriptions; "the sweet ache of accomplishment" is a very reasie phrase. :)

[ursula]

Thank you!