Fighting my nature
I think, on some level, I feel deeply disgusted with myself over whatever indulgences I have allowed myself during the last two years. Indulgence, laziness, procrastination, and their ilk are snowballs. I understood this at one point--that allowing more than an occasional one is perilous, at least for me, because there's a pernicious part of me that wants nothing more than to be an independently wealthy desultory dilettante.
Since that won't actually ever happen, it's wise not to pretend that it might. Life is not easy. I don't know how I managed to lose sight of that.
In light of the fact that I have cast aside my sour rose-colored glasses, I am canceling my cable. It triggers my parklife side way too much.