Boy, am I tired.
If I haven’t been quite as bloggy as usual this week, it’s because I’ve been running around trying to do about a million things all at the same time.
Aren’t I all multitasky and whatnot?
I’m certainly not complaining, though. Mostly as a function of sticking religiously to my no-carb Paleo diet lately, I have a lot more energy and focus to burn, and I’m actually able to multitask successfully for the first time in a really LONG time.
As a result, I can do a lot more than I have been previously able to, and this has drastically increased my productivity on every level.
For this I am intensely grateful, but it introduces a bit of a new problem.
Being by nature something of an overachiever, I have to be careful to remember to stop working at some point, and to try not to do too many things in a single day.
I can become a little obsessive if I don’t watch it, so I have to be sure to take little meditation breaks now and then, and to do mundane things such as eating, sleeping, and breathing in and out.
So easy to forget.
I really am happy to be feeling so much better though. I’m sure of this, because this morning I designed a little Rorschach test for myself, which you can try at home as well, if you’re so inclined.
Just go out into the kitchen or the laundry room – wherever you keep some large noisy appliance – and turn it on.
Do a load of laundry, or hook up the dishwasher – either one will do. It doesn’t matter, as long as it makes some sort of repetitive noise as it does its business.
And when it gets the point where it’s making that noise, just stop and listen for a moment.
If you’re like just about any other human being on the face of the planet, you will most likely hear a word or phrase repeated in the swish of the water, or the rumble of the dryer.
And whatever you DO hear will tell you a great deal about your state of mind, if you pay attention.
For example, my washing machine appeared to be repeating the word “Lucky, Lucky, Lucky” over and over as I finished up the whites this morning.
That’s not so bad. I can deal with that.
Now if only the socks would come out of there folded.
Or is that too much to ask?