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Today
was a good day. Unless you count the fact that it is tomorrow
already, and my day is not over yet. To a writer, an audience is like
a god to whom we have to keep making sacrifices. Gotta keep your
brain fat and happy lest you go off and find someone else's blog (and
no....I'm not mentioning Ree-You-Know-Who today...) to read. Gasp in
HORROR!
I
haven't posted in over 24 hours. I tell myself you are getting
restless for more. (It is your turn to nod in the affirmative...and
do it with conviction. I'm watching!) So, here I am at 1AM trying to
meet my self-imposed deadline. I hope you appreciate all this free,
sleep-deprived labor you are getting. I'm not even charging a Coke
and a candy bar! What a deal!
Today,
I realized that, as I write my way back to God, I am writing my way
back to a more productive life. Yea, my friends will tell you (mostly
because I pay them to) that I am busier than an ant trying to move a
rubber tree plant. What my friends don't know won't hurt me. Last
year this time, I was descending into an unproductive pit the likes
of which I've never known. It has been a stop and go process
reversing that trend and climbing up into the light again. It's been
1 step forward and 5 to 10 back depending on the day. But, I keep
moving forward bit by bit.
I
can measure my recovery using days like today as a measuring stick.
Mind you, I didn't re-grout the bathtub or rope and brand 20 herd of
cattle (which I imagine You-Know-Who did today). What I did was just
the basic stuff. True confessions, I mostly did it because my washer
has been on the fritz for about a week, and the repair man is coming
tomorrow which is now today. Used to be, I didn't need impetus like
that to get me fired up and going. Now, I do, but once I'm moving I
can “get 'er done” as some comedian or other has been known to
say.
Since
I posted the entry about the “I did it” list, I've been thinking
a lot about the old me and the impossible bar I set for her. For
example, I should have listened when older mothers told me to nap
when my kids napped. Did I? Nooooo! Mostly because Son #1, NEVER
napped more than about 90 minutes. Between his undiagnosed asthma and
his undiagnosed sensory processing disorder, I was stretched tighter
than a balloon about to pop. It would take me 90 minutes to wind down
enough to get sleepy. Soon as I'd close my eyes, he'd wake up. I got
tired of that torture and just gave up by the time he was 8 months
old.
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When
I broke my leg almost 2 years ago, I was mostly a prisoner in my own
knee-to-toes cast since we live in a tri-level. I found I was too
antsy to read, so TV and computer solitaire became my drugs of
choice. Yea, I was bored OUT of my mind, but it was what it was. I
can't say those drugs are addicting, but 2 years out.....I can tell
you they are hard friends to break up with even tho' they have
relatively few benefits.
It
hit me sometime in the last week. I was in a in a total fog that day.
I mean, I couldn't think my way out of a wet paper bag. Yet, here I
sat on the computer while watching cable news. (If that isn't
information overload, what is?) I was riveted to both, but ripping
back and forth between computer links and breaking news. That's when
it hit me. And, I don't think I'm alone here. Information is coming
at us from everywhere. It is coming faster than we can absorb it. (I
know...try to pretend you are shocked at my stunning revelation.)
You
share your link with me on Facebook walls, and I return the favor.
You tweet me, and I wonder what I'm supposed to do with it, but
promise myself I'm going to tweet right back at you before I turn
63.5 years old. You grab a magazine to take home when the grocery
store line is too slow and throw it on top of the other 56 million
you have accumulated but not read yet. I know...I counted mine today
while I was cleaning.
Society
is changing to meet the demands of ADD brains juiced up on info
overload. Magazine editors tell us not to write more than 400-800
words on average because society at large is too busy to read more
than that. (Obviously, none of YOU have ADD or info overload!)
Teenagers rarely call each other anymore. We learned that the hard
way when we tried not to add texting to our family cell phone plan.
Who has time to talk when you have 3 IM screens, a facebook wall,
homework, and email screens all going on your computer
simultaneously? Smart phones are glued to our hands as we wait on the
next email, Facebook update, or text message and hope they don't
interrupt our riveting game of Angry Birds (or solitaire).
I'm
not a recipe hound altho' my family would probably pay big $$ to see
that happen if it improved our menu rotation. I am, however, a DIY
nerd. I get so lost in the information about what I COULD be doing
around here, that I get bogged down and stop making progress in what
I've already started. I keep hearing about this new-fangled thing
called Pinterest. From what I hear, it is a virtual bulletin board
that you can pin items of interest to for your friends to see.
Heaven, help me! Just send me to Betty Ford's clinic NOW via her ER
department!
At
certain points, our brains just shut down and leave us in a fog on
the information super-highway. We know a little about a lot of stuff
but not enough to know how to put much of any of it into practice. Or, is it just me?
These revelations may be old news to you, but somehow, they set my heart
to singing. I felt a little bit more free than I had 5 minutes
before my great awakening.
So,
what am I gonna do about it? I considered yanking my blog again. I
mean...what kinda hypocrite am I to add to your information overload?
Well, I'm not sure yet. Dr. Phil in all his TV wisdom has said you
can't change what you don't acknowledge. So, I'm hoping
acknowledging that I have an ADD brain and am lost and wandering in a
fog on the information super-highway will be enough to get me started
on the road to info overload recovery. I'll let you know how that
works out tomorrow...which is, as I pointed out earlier, today.
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Proverbs
4:5 (NIV)
How
much better to get wisdom than gold, to choose understanding rather
than silver!
U need some new pix. ;)
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