Realization

Midterms suck, and I know you agree. I’ll admit it’s rare for me to say I’m stressed out, and many of you that know me personally probably agree. I’m typically on top of my shit. But considering my mental state about 36 hours ago, I give in. It was stressful. Some of you approached me over this past week saying you noticed that the latest edition of TOP was void of my content. And for this, I apologize, oh humble reader. For it was in these past two week’s here in the dead heat of Dallas that I realized something. And I feel that it’s something that would be helpful to the average stress headed mustang. Through a barrage of exams, staff meetings, interviews, recording sessions, the nuisance of dealer-time, insightful conversations, and the big ole’hunk’o’dip that seems to accompany my bottom lip every time I chill with my good buddy Fondrenious Libarious, I realized (late last evening) that the more you have on your plate, the faster time goes by.

I’ve never seen my life fly by so quickly. Now that midterms are over, coupled with the added benefit of retrospect, I realize that time moves faster the more I push myself, which generates all the more output. Output is what I want (I think). Though, I wish I could’ve had more time to really think about what I was doing; rather than, say, what I was doing, which was just produce, produce, produce. One thing after another, after another, after another; hoping at least a small portion of it will be of any future value.

So, I face a dilemma. And you probably face the same one: Quality vs. Quantity. Two weeks of midterms and side projects resulted in my forgetting what I was really doing, even though I was producing in quantity. Yes, one could take the Lil Wayne approach and bank on that winning rhyme dwelling somewhere within 16 hours of freestyle takes. But when you bank on that one thing residing in the realm of quantity that will really be of future value, it’s hard to take such a position seriously when that one special thing is simply saying that you’re “twisted like a rubix cube“. Until next week.