Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The economy of movement...
There was once a time in my life, when I became so obsessive about not wasting time. I would plot every move. If I had to go from one room to the next, I would decide, as I went, what other tasks could be accomplished along the way. If I forgot (horror of horrors) and had to double back for any reason, I felt like a failure. I think that this was more out of boredom. It was a game that could be played, any time, of any day.
I have often come up with these sorts of games for myself. Perhaps it is just boredom, perhaps I like a good challenge, or just perhaps it's my only real control, in a life where I have certainly shown that I have, oh so little, self-control.