THE JUGGLER AND THE OVERFLOW
So here's the thing, I'm happy but not happy that I have become...
a juggler.
The yesterdays seem crazy but focused.
The today's,...well they are crazy but I can't focus on one damn thing!
I can't focus because there is just too much I want to pertain and contain.
I like that I am learning everyday.
I like that I am learning everyday.
I like that I work and have flexible hours.
I like that I create, renovate, re-construct and re-create.
I like that I am always thinking of a new idea....
But what I am frustrated about is the fact that there is just
not enough
Room
in my Head.
Has anyone found a good storage space for the overflow?
posted by HangingUpsideDown @ 2/08/2006 12:45:00 PM
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5 Comments:
blogs....friends....newfoundland....journals
.....hope........hope is a good place for overflow, it brings peace to expansion, at least for long enough for some redecorating....thats my thoughts....anybody else?
Yeah,...I have all of those and have done all of those things. Still need more space.
I am running out of serious space. I am forgetting everything, instead of the usual one or two things. I turn-around, mix-up and screw-up my words and phrases,...saying things like "mococunication" (a.k.a miscommunication and communication). I sleep and sleep, until responsibility forces me to get up. I waste time by staring or doing something completely meaningless. I can barely carry a conversation without the other person wondering and questioning if i have ever had any remote intelligence. I feel like I am running out of room so quickly, that my brain is forcing everything out. Not just to make a little room for the new,....but to completely clear the place out. As if my brain has had enough and has decided (on its own of course) to start over.
i think breathing might be a start...
when i get overloaded, even journaling becomes a task. i think that the overload is the natural result of getting older. and i think that it's best curbed by taking a few minutes out of the day at least and wasting time.
planning is, in my opinion, the stupidest part about being responsible. in my ideal world, there would be someone following me around all day reminding me of the basics, like eating and not missing deadlines... so i could live with my head in the clouds.
but since that's not so much in the budget, savoring simple pleasures is a good second:)
like tea.
or good chocolate.
or a happy puppy.
or a lover's smile.
there's lot's more, but i'm sleepy...
I wish I had some words of wisdom but i think that my brain has lost patience with my inability to keep up and is looking for a more organized place of residence. My brain, i think, has given up on me and left to make its own appointments. But, sometimes I find that setting a small goal, one you know you can easily exceed,(i.e. "I'm going to read two chapters of this book today" and then read five.) helps me fool myself into thinking I'm ontop of things, and lets the responsibility portion of my brain give the rest of me break for a little bit. Not a break in the sense that I have time to write in my journal or anything, but more like I have a second where I know I'm less crazy.
Thanks ashley:)
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