One of our family jokes is that I can never find the pause button on the TV remote control. That would require finding my glasses, and that’s another story. So I rely on sound effects. First the sigh, then the heavy sigh, then the moan…and if that doesn’t work, a curse. If I am desperate, I bring out the big curse (you know the one I mean, don’t make me say it, it’s not pretty). If that doesn’t work, I add some movement and flail about until someone comes to my rescue. Mocking ensues, but the much needed pause is made.
Kind of like my life. I am in pre-flail. Which is not the same as F.A.I.L. But it’s not so far away that I shouldn’t pay attention.
I’m taking a pause…not a break…or a full stop, but a pause, from blogging. Nothing’s wrong, but something’s not right either. I am crazy busy at work, and most of my work includes writing. So while I am pushing ideas and words (and some pretty snappy ones too, if I might add), my brain is done at the end of the day, and so is my right hand. I have a few twinges and I am nervous about carpal tunnel, because that would really screw me up.
Of course, my go-to response for overload is to do more. More writing, photos, planning, commitments. If I think I am faltering, I always add a few more pieces, just to prove that I won’t fall. Like a human Jenga game…add pieces, remove support. Hold my breath, be grateful, plan another move, and do it again. Do you do that? It’s stupid, I know. But stupid doesn’t always stop me. I’m kind of a pro at misguided time management.
I love blogging and it helps orient my day. I am not exactly sure how to start without it. But I suspect that if I stop worrying about what more I can produce this week, it might refresh me for a change. And change is what’s needed, for sure.
I will be back in a few weeks, maybe the same, maybe different. I hope you’ll come back around to visit then. I’ll miss you…but you know, once I master the pause button, I can hit the refresh button. See you on the flip side.
Art by Katie Daisy.