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		<title type="html">The evils of blur</title>
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		<updated>2007-12-13T06:23:00Z</updated>
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		<content type="html"><![CDATA[<p><b>I left my purse</b> at the Bay food court at around 1:30 this afternoon.<br>
When I realized this at 5:00, I spent few minutes of frantic rushing<br>
about with a pounding pulse, checking asking cleaning personnel and<br>
security desks if a purse was reported found. I made a few calls<br>
cancelling my evening plans, borrowed transit fare from my manager,<br>
and headed home. (It would have been difficult to sing festive<br>
Christmas carols in that state of mind.)</p>
<p>A few years ago, I might have spent the commute home fretting.<br>
Instead, calmed by the realization that <b>there wasn&#8217;t anything else<br>
I could do</b> about it at the moment and that it was <b>just<br>
stuff</b> anyway, I continued reading Denning&#8217;s book (&#8220;The Leader&#8217;s<br>
Guide to Storytelling&#8221;, a very good read).</p>
<p>W- greeted me at the door with a big warm hug. I shucked my coat and<br>
proceeded to the kitchen, where I booted up the little computer that<br>
held the encrypted backup of my account numbers. I called TD,<br>
PCFinancial, Fido, and the Toronto Public Library to block my<br>
accounts. I also called the Toronto Police, and a friendly police<br>
officer promptly called me back for the police report.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m getting better at dealing with the consequences of these mistakes.<br>
It&#8217;s just stuff. Credit and debit cards can be cancelled, phones can<br>
be blocked and replaced, identification can be flagged and reissued,<br>
and cash I can subtract from my play money budget. And I&#8217;m still<br>
looking forward to finding the purse at the lost and found counter<br>
tomorrow. Some of my favorite letters were in the purse, but W- will<br>
write me more over the years, and the letters themselves are not<br>
important; the sentiments within them are.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s just stuff. While paying more attention will definitely help in<br>
the future, there&#8217;s no reason to beat myself up about it&mdash;which W-<br>
gently helps me remember whenever I forget this and let out a<br>
frustrated &#8220;I suck!&#8221;. I&#8217;m glad he&#8217;s around and that he&#8217;s so understanding.</p>
<p>My personal challenge is <b>blur</b>. It&#8217;s an evil, evil thing. <b>A<br>
moment&#8217;s inattention</b> is all it takes for me to not see something I&#8217;m<br>
looking for, lose a set of keys, or leave a purse. I&#8217;m <b>going through<br>
the motions</b> of doing something, but I&#8217;m <b>not fully present</b>, so things<br>
slip through the cracks. I may remember something about the key<br>
moment, but I don&#8217;t remember enough of the context in order to easily<br>
find things again, and <b>my memories are disjointed</b>. This feeling sucks.</p>
<p>When does this happen? When I&#8217;m thinking about other things, when I&#8217;m<br>
running on autopilot, when I&#8217;m rushed. Misplacing small things or<br>
detecting small inconsistencies usually serves as a good warning sign<br>
that something&#8217;s taking up too much of my thought on the whole. If I<br>
don&#8217;t slow down and pay more attention to what I&#8217;m doing, it gets<br>
worse.</p>
<p>Here&#8217;s what I need to do in order to avoid this:</p>
<ul>
<li>Experiment with living slowly and with full presence and intention. A habit of looking back doesn&#8217;t help if you look, but don&#8217;t *see*&#8230;</li>
<li>Or at least, pay attention to those niggling feelings and catch myself before I drift.</li>
<li>Make sure I replenish my emergency money stash so that I don&#8217;t have to rely on luck and friends.</li>
</ul>
<p>It&#8217;s a constant struggle against blur. How do you manage this?</p>
<p>Random Emacs symbol: undo-extra-outer-limit &#8211; Variable: If non-nil, an extra level of size that&#8217;s ok in an undo item.</p>

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