I Became a Meth Head, Won an Award and Am Now Recruiting Others
“Mom, tell him to stop”, I would hear that all the time from my son as he would tell his Mom I was obsessing over work. I don’t hear that nearly as often now-a-days, not because I’ve stopped but because he doesn’t live with us anymore. He’s in New York and we’re in California. The other evening, while I was drying dishes, my wife said to me. “You know you’re obsessed. It’s like a drug for you”. Perplexed, I said, “What do you mean?”
“I’m telling you that the cat used the litter box and you’re telling me about bollards in Las Vegas”.
OMG, she was right! I can’t get it out of my system. My every thought is about physical security design – both good and bad. I’m always analyzing and comparing and thinking; does that work, is it effective, could they have done it cheaper or better? My mind is on overdrive, I had become a METHodology addict.
ABRA ARTICLE https://view.joomag.com/march-2019-ast-magazine-march-2019-ast-magazine/0952115001553308799/p4?short
Over the years, I’ve noticed that the best thing when it comes to thinking is not to start. Once you get a thought, it seems to get out of control rather quickly. “Kind of hard to put the genie back in the bottle”, as they say. The thoughts just keep coming, no matter what I try to do. So sorry, Honey, I can't turn it off.
P.S. I cleaned the litter box.