This post is more for me than it is for you. As if that's a rarity, right? As if I ever do anything for anyone else anyways. But sometimes... every once in a while, I do stuff for other people. Heck, even twice, I think I wrote up some stuff just for you all everybody out there. It's true. Just don't make me prove the which and when.
I intend for this post to be something of a referential reminder that I can revisit once the overwhelmingness of life kicks in. I just thought of something, though. I keep thinking that the overwelmingness of life will magically disperse and I can take many minutes of many days moseying about doing much of nothing. Thing is, I believe I've been waiting for these mosey moments for a century. Or at least a decade. And life seems to get more overwhelming by the month. So, in order to check back on this post, because the overwhelmingness of life has kicked in, the overwhelmingness must first kick off. Or out. Whatever.
I'm having trouble with priorities. My biggest problem (aside from my haughty temper and daily need for megadoses of dopamine) is that I want to do it all. ALL. I want all the big stuff, like, to travel the world, obtain doctorate degrees (in the plural), speak six exotic languages, spend at least a year in India doing humanitarian stuff, write shrewd and spritely stories--maybe even a book, flex and bend the sinews like Megan, learn physics, corral billions of secret dollars--to throw at people who really need 'em, design roller coasters, own everything on itunes, and change the oil in my car all by myself.
I want all the medium stuff too. Like run a sub three-hour marathon, climb Mount Everest, play the piano like Liszt, play the organ, play the guitar, play all the instruments, especially the zither, and design and create photos like Bryan Nivan (although Mr. Niven might be disappointed to hear that he's medium level stuff, not to mention that I aspire to change the oil in my car before creating masterpieces like his, so don't tell him.) I want to genius-ize the Yahoos, ski like Bode Miller (but not as fast), bash bumps like Shannon Barkhe, make every day a "special themed" day--complete with a party, and learn to mountain bike with clipless pedals without tipping over all the time.
And then there's the little stuff. I want a clean, organized house, finely manicured landscaping, and the energy to cook three gourmet meals a day. I want Yahoos that excel at music and sport, scholastics and whit. I want to make clever movies, slide-show presentations, and a complete cynical series of pickmeups that make fun of the Tony Robbinses. I want to celebrate one of my friends in a big way--every day, do special kinky stuff with Spouse, like, always, know all there is to know about Photoshop--and then some--and I want to learn how to crochet, knit and sew cool stuff. (Actually, I don't necessarily want to sew cool stuff. I'll settle for mending a few this 'n thats, and the kinky stuff could be a couple of times a week. Hehehe. I am a woman, you know.)
There's also the stuff that looks little, but is really big. Like learning to be patient, tolerant, loving, kind, compassionate, and generous. Are those things little for you? Well. You just keep that little fact to yourself, 'cause they're a big deal to me in that they don't come to me at all, let alone naturally.
Obviously I cannot do, and have, all of that. I cannot. That's why I must pick some priorities and practice prudent pissing-on of those things that are not priority (figurative, of course.) This is a coping mechanism, really. I have a lot of priorities on my proverbial plate right now. I must pick and choose. I must also work hard at thwarting the frustration that looms as I toss aside each priority with a pink slip.
I should do that! I should write up a bunch of pink slips and hand 'em to things that aren't priority. Like when the fridge screams at me to clean it, I'll swear at it and slap it with a pink slip. The garage? Same thing. Weed the flowerbeds? Sorry, not a priority. Mop the floor? Pink slip.
Pink slip. Pink slip. Pink slip. I'll be just like one of those super-powered, top-notch cheeses at a software company. Pink slip. Pink slip. Pink slip...