Thank you all for your kind comments about the redesign. I still have some tweaking to do, but think I’m going to keep it for awhile. :)
So. Remember when I said that I was going to bike for groceries every day in June? Well, that was before my bike went into the shop. Since then, I’ve done groceries a couple times on foot, but mostly it’s been Mark, picking things up on the way home from work.
I got my bike back yesterday and I’m rarin’ to go, or at least I would be, if it just wasn’t so freakin’ hot outside.
But I have to go. I do. We need milk. And tea. And chickpeas. And a lot of other things that won’t fit into my newly installed saddlebag. I need to figure out how I’m going to do this. Perhaps a saddlebag and a backpack?
Yesterday I bought salmon and veggies on the bike. Miraculously, the boston lettuce (from Quebec!) made it home without wilting or getting totally crushed. It was hotter than Hades yesterday, but it felt really good to travel on my own steam. But if I’m going to go today, I will have to go later.
Today I have my second-of-two interviews with a feller who’s writing an article about me. Me!
When I sat down with him last week the first thing I told him was how boring I was. ;)
We talked a lot about the Trust Experiment. And swap boxes. And randomness. And concrete.
I won’t reveal any more about it right now (HELLO, what if the article makes me seem like a total doorknob?) except to say that being on the receiving end of the interviewing process is quite challenging. Imagine being asked big questions like “what made you the way you are” and “why do you do the things you do” etc. etc. for 90 minutes.
Uhh, I dunno!
It’s a strange feeling, talking about yourself for such a long stretch of time. Generally, socially, talking about yourself like this is frowned upon. If you talked about yourself for hours at a time you’d have no friends left. But there I was! Going on like never before – blah blah blah blah. But it wasn’t exactly easy. Although I’ve spent quite enough time in my own head (and keep a blog – ha), it’s not like I spend days superanalysing my own life. I just live it.
While I was talking to him I was thinking about how I was being picked apart for publication, and how this person was interpreting the trivialities that escaped my lips. Once it’s out there it’s hard to erase, you know what I mean? There is one thing I mentioned that he’s likely going to use. I told him I’m an introvert. I’m still debating whether or not I should have admitted that. I wonder if this information could cause me some professional damage. It’s not like a have a phobia or anything, but I am not terribly outgoing. I wish I could change this about myself, but I’m not sure I can.
Or perhaps I should just stop putting so much pressure on myself. ?
Gah!
Help me prep would ya? Give me some tough questions to think about while I’m vacuuming!
