Posts Tagged ‘stressed out’

putting myself in timeout.

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

Remember when you were young younger and timeouts were the bane of your existence? There was no worse source of misery than being forced to sit in your room, corner, chair, insert awkward timeout location here_______.

Tick. Tock.

Ten minutes was eternity when you were on timeout. No matter what kind of mindless game you attempted to create in your head, the permission to play could not come soon enough.

Today? I would kill for a timeout. A reason to take a moment for myself. An excuse to decline an invitation. An explanation for my occasional selfishness.

Yet when I really think about it, there’s nothing stopping me from taking a timeout. I would just have to put myself there. I would need to punish (or, dare I say reward?) myself with a designated allotment of time to spend alone. Of course, real timeouts stem from bad behavior. So, what have I done wrong?

Well, where do I start exactly? I’ve been unintentionally killing my spirit, for starters. I’ve been filling up my calendar with all sorts of exciting events and responsibilities. You know, the stuff that makes a person feel important, needed, and wanted. In doing so, I have inadvertently forgotten about myself. I have eaten nothing but grease for the past thirty days, while simultaneously allowing dust to collect on my running shoes. I have spent more time in front of my computer than in front of books, and more time yawning than smiling.

Guilty. As. Charged. For my punishment, I hereby deem the month of September as my timeout. That’s right folks—thirty whole days. I deserve it. I would like to apologize in advance to all my friends and colleagues. I might not be able to make your play date, or help you sell lemonade. I might have to miss a meeting (or two), and please don’t hate me if I ask for a rain check.

I was always taught that a timeout’s purpose was to give you time to think. Time to dwell on what you had done wrong, and why your behavior was unacceptable.

I have every intention of doing just that.

Every intention of recognizing my limits, and acknowledging the fact that I am not superwoman. Of learning (yes, again) how to say no, and how to prioritize better. Of giving up things that I want to do, but know that I simply cannot do.

And in doing so, I will remember how to take care of myself. I will remember how to make healthy home-cooked meals, and how to run without stopping. I will remember how to read for hours on end, paint my nails, and sit on my husband’s lap while we chat about our days. I will remember what it’s like to find inspiration in the day-to-day beauty of this earth, and how good it feels to put pen to paper.

I will make this the best damn timeout I have ever been given.

Permission to play will resume October 1st.

Tick. Tock.

the skill i lost.

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

I’m not exactly sure when this skill escaped me. I assume it didn’t happen over night, but perhaps it did. Or, maybe it’s been gone for a while, but I just noticed today. Like when you lose an earring, but don’t realize it’s lost until three weeks later when you only see one turquoise stud in your jewelry box.

Today I realized I have completely lost the ability to do one thing at a time.

Ironically, as children we are taught to do exactly that. We are taught to walk, and then talk. Taught to color, jump rope, eat with a fork, and brush our teeth. As kids, we followed directions and mastered the art of accomplishing one task at a time. We colored quietly at our desks, ate dinner at the table, and brushed our teeth standing in front of the sink.

Do you know where I brush my teeth? In the laundry room, while I transfer towels from the washer to the dryer. Yes, I realize that’s a ridiculous mental image because truthfully, how can one successfully brush their teeth while doing laundry? I’ll tell you how. I brush my teeth with my right hand, inhaling toothpaste and trying not to spit everywhere, while I transfer towels one by one with my left hand.

This must be the walking definition of inefficient.

Surely I am not putting forth a quality effort towards either task, and it’s obviously more time-consuming to transfer towels one by one while inhaling toothpaste, as opposed to transferring with both hands. But, who cares? The point is—I am doing two things at once! I’m practically a circus act! Look at me everyone! Look how I can multitask! I can sort mail while I cook dinner, and I can bake cookies while I clean. I can online shop while I upload photos, and I can tweet while I blog. I’m amazing!

Or, am I? Because sometimes I think I’m completely and utterly ridiculous.

When was the last time I just….ate a sandwich? No talking, watching TV, magazine scanning, or phone checking? Can’t remember. Actually, I can’t remember the last time I had one tab open on my Internet browser, which drives my husband b-a-n-a-n-a-s. I can’t seem to function without at least four tabs open at all times: e-mail, Facebook, Twitter, oh–and whatever it is I am actually supposed to be doing.

Am I too old to develop ADD? Because sometimes I think it might be happening. Almost as if my brain is on steroids and I can’t seem to help myself. First thing in the morning, I open my most important project, take a breath, and focus. Ding! My eyes jot down to the right corner. New e-mail in Outlook! Immediately ditch project to read e-mail. Oh, never mind, it’s not important. Back to the project. Tweet! New tweets loading in Tweetdeck! Anything interesting going on today? Not really. Back to project. Beep! What’s that? Text message! Let me just reply to that real fast. Ring! “Thank you for calling The Citizen…”

Oh look at that, time for lunch.

Sometimes I feel as if my life is one big cluster of dings and tweets and beeps and rings. And sometimes (confession), I really just want to hit the “off” button. Unfortunately, I can’t do that because fortunately I have a job, and that job requires me to be plugged in. Does anyone else feel like they occasionally suffer from technology overload? Or, is it just me? Is anyone else dreaming of quarterly technology-rehabs?

Thankfully, next weekend will be spent at the beach, where I plan on avoiding my phone like the plague. Seriously, if you see me on twitter please feel free to tweet-yell at me (in all caps).

In the meantime, I’ll be working on my ability to do one thing at a time. Starting now, as I shamelessly close my open seven tabs.

Help. Me.

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