biting off more than i can chew...
On Sunday I couldn’t sleep. Starting I think the Wednesday 4/5 nights I had bad sleeps.
On Sunday I was scrolling late at night and saw that there is a federal by-election in the University-Rosedale riding. Which is basically downtown Toronto. I thought that it would be interesting to put myself up to run as an independent.
I have always wanted to run but haven’t had the nerve to do it. On our podcast. We interviewed a guy, Jonah Smith, who ran for mayor of Calgary at 18. Right out of high school. He is one of my inspiration for doing it.
Right now I am cast with doubt. I need 100 signatures of people who live in the riding. I have two friends who live in the riding so I guess I could start there. I want to ask them to try and get other signatures for me but I feel like that is imposing.
A friend just texted me; I think he lives in that riding too. Hmmmm, maybe it’s not as impossible as I think it is.
Ok I’ll send those now. Damn, phones glitched. Restarting now.
Saw a reel this morning about the Isle of the Dead painting by Arnold Böcklin. Stalin apparently had it hung on his ceiling above his bed to stare at. I think maybe Hitler too. Some philosophers guy said it was common in many European homes at one point. The reel bio didn’t say why. It’s a beautiful picture. I guess it’s to reflect upon death. The ephemeralness of live. Memento mori and all that.
Good news; a guy I reached out to got back to me. Bad news; I’m terrified to respond. It’s scary asking for help. It doesn’t come natural. Or, maybe it once did but I’m out of practice.
We’ll see how the day goes; there are people coming over today to help with an archiving project I’ve been doing with my grandpa. I’m nervous about it.
I’m going to finish my coffee and go for a run.
Squirrel.