I feel like a crazy person. Most days I can’t put a cohesive thought together. I also cannot hold a train of thought. I flit from one idea to the next. I’d be an odd sight to some omnipotent viewer, they’d see me stop mid step in a room of my house and change tracks, bending down to pick something up, rearrange, sort, spin around, leave a space only to return, stop and stare. At any one time I might have some trash in my hand I found on the floor that I meant to toss, but on the way to the waste bin, I picked up a dirty sock for the hamper and a toy that needs returning to the play room. I walk around sorting and completely out of sorts.
Here’s the thing. I’m a creative and curious person (I think I am reading four books right now, each a different genre..will I ever finish any of them? I hope so?). I also happen to get the most excitement to do something about those creative urges some time around 10 am. At ten I’ve woken up, the sun is shining, everything seems possible….except actually doing any of the creative things I’m thinking about because my girls need me to feed, clothe, wipe butts, change diapers, organize play dates, play etc. etc. My most inspired time is the exact time when I cannot do anything about it. It is so hard and so frustrating to tear myself away from thoughts of what I want to do, in order to focus on the things I don’t….like play act a superhero for the umpteenth time. So I do all the stuff that needs to be done, but reluctantly and in a scattered way.
And then, by the time I get to the evening, the wondrous time when the kids have fallen asleep, I am so beat I cannot bear the thought of doing anything except lying down somewhere spacing out or sleeping. My brain is fried. Done-zo.
I caught myself this evening, as I cooked dinner, trying to do a million things and actually doing nothing…except cooking a dang meal. The girls were otherwise engaged watching a show (yes, a show. I have surrendered to the occasional show, ok?!) and I suddenly had a hunk of time to myself. This is how it went:
While the curry simmered and the rice cooked, I sat down to read a few pages of the one book I’ve almost finished (it has literally taken me 6 months to read it. No, I’m not kidding and it may be an underestimation). Mid sentence I got inspired to start making the sour kraut I’d bought the cabbage for. So I did that…on the way to the fridge I saw all the rotting bananas and remembered I wanted to freeze them for smoothies later….so I went to the dish rack to get the zip lock I’d cleaned to re-use just for this purpose. As I looked at the kitchen sink I realized that I should probably unload the dish washer to reload with the stuff in the sink…and the kitchen was a little disorganized, I needed to start to really think about where I want everything to go in our beautifully renovated kitchen, but, I think, maybe I should really be putting my mind towards working out the new pricing on photography packages I’ve been wanting to market, I also need to get on-line and see if there are any deals on lenses…I really need some new equipment, wouldn’t it be amazing if there was someone selling what I need for cheap? Gosh it would be great to have a model right now to take some experimental shots in the rain…the girls would never stay still, would they? No, I’d need a model…maybe put out a model call on social media, I’ll have to think of how I’m going to run that…but I’ll have to make a nice graphic first…oh, and I meant to call the school to see if they’ve done their lottery draw yet, I hope we get in…I should try writing everyday, like that author suggested…or maybe just do a blog entry…
Somehow I managed to get bananas in a bag to freeze. Then the almost empty bottle of elderberry in the fridge got me thinking about how I needed to make another batch…but first, the kraut…
I don’t think I ever returned to the book, because my hubs came home starving. Food was hastily set on the table lest he start snacking and thus I fed my barbarians.
All the while I was straining on the inside, thinking about all the photo editing I still had to do…how great it would be to knit something…how I felt an itch to get some paints out and start a canvas…how amazing it would be to sit with a hot tea and read a book to it’s end without falling asleep.
It’s my undoing all this wanting to DO, but it not being the right time. So I do other things, the necessary things while I dream up ideas that can’t come to fruition. I get irritable. I am not the mommy I want to be because I feel cranky when my “me time” is so rare and seemingly unattainable.
I know that I just need to surrender to what is. Or, what is it? Oh yes: Prioritize. Set aside time. Carve out time.
I know.
What did I do, this evening, after all that not doing the stuff I wanted while doing the stuff that was needed? I paused, mind blank and despairing. And then I thought “Just DO!” So I left the dirty dishes in the sink and pulled my ukulele off it’s hook and I played. I played while my hubs made chocolate cake with the girls and protected my time ( I love you hon). And I was grateful. And it felt good to do. Not just do, but do something I wanted to do, for me.
For a brief period, I undid my undoing, by doing.
S