You Cannot Push the World

What is this Thanksgiving?

I seem to be in an ongoing loop of 

reading, writing and watching streaming TV.

As if trapped eternally waiting in an Airport boarding area.

It's OK for now.

I just hope it doesn't go on for so long

that i can't get myself up and out of it?

And
While others seem upset regarding current events.

I could give less than a shit about anything, anywhere. 

The world inside my head is a constant war zone.
The enemy combatants are the opposed concepts of:
Time waits for no man
and
Timing is everything.

I had to make myself back off pushing the world
this weekend.
I almost fell into the trap of forcing things, pounding the 
square peg into the round hole trying to
 make something happen before it's true, proper time.
I had a distinct tendency to do that with everything
I encountered when i was young.
I would try to force things to go my way,
regardless of timing, or logic.
The consistent result for me was failure.
The problem with this problem is:
You really, truly, honestly----never know
if you did the right thing.
Did you miss a not to be replicated opportunity?
Or 
Did you miss a not to be replicated failure?

I have been revising, rewriting what's been written.

Revising gives you a break.
It allows you to sharpen a tool that you created,
or to remove flaws through refinement.
The difficulty is that one can easily become lost in rewrites.
So i write new material until i become lost 
and then review, refine, rewrite until i become lost 
and
Repeat as necessary.

I am currently reading through the Last Policeman series of three novels

by Ben Winters.

They are so far, excellent.

A really unusual concept.

Chef is a five star, beautiful little movie.
I cannot recommend this film enough.

AND

"Go to Heaven for the climate,

Hell for the company."

Mark Twain