Oops, I Did It Again

Common Sense: Hey, dippy.

Me: Huh?

CS: You wanna, you know, WRITE?

Me: Oh. That. Yeah, I’m embarrassed. Best to disappear for no reason and hope everyone forgets I existed.


Me: That’s what my brain is telling me to do.

CS: Your brain is not very nice. Or rational. So you didn’t blog for a week again. The world will remain on its axis.

Me: I feel bad.

CS: Bad enough that you’re writing this in the guise of a conversation with me instead of writing directly to the readers? Yeah, you aren’t fooling anyone.

Me: I do what I can.

CS: Which sure doesn’t involve writing!

Me: Shaddap. I’ve been busy! Writing for MamaPop! We Covet! Writing all the time, I do. Swear!

CS: This is supposed to be your outlet for all your brain drippings. When you don’t write, you retreat into yourself and that’s when bad things happen. You gotta quit it with the vanishing.

Me: I feel we’ve had this conversation before.

CS: We have. At LENGTH.

Me: Okay, I have to write more, and you’re right, if I don’t write, I shrink down to pint-sized and avoid the internet and feel bad and that’s just silly. I just have to get the creative juices flowing and get going again. It’s entirely too silly not to. I don’t know what it is about November, I usually don’t get like this. Maybe it’s the weather. I have no idea.

CS: Tell the nice people what’s happening on Saturday.

Me: Outpost31 is visiting!

CS: And what do you have to do?

Me: TONS of stuff. Mega-tons. Eleven elephants worth of things to do before he gets here.

CS: And what haven’t you done?

Me: Started doing those things. They seem like…a lot. I’m nervous about getting it all done.

CS: And what happens when you get all twisty like that in your brain and start hiding from things, like the blog, or cleaning the house?

Me: I start getting frantic and worried and paranoid and nothing gets done till the last moment and I freak the hell out about nothing.

CS: Exactly.

Me: I’m doing that. Again. That thing I do.

CS: Yes you are.

Me: I need to quit doing that.

CS: Well you’re giving it a good start today. And we’ll try again tomorrow, yes?

Me: Yep.

CS: Good. Get off your ass and start cleaning this place up.

Me: Roger that.


Oops, I Did It Again — 6 Comments

  1. I feel you, Miss B. I have a shit-ton of stuff I have to do before this weekend too (family coming in) and I am completely paralyzed. That would be why I am reading your blog right now instead of cleaning my apartment.

    I recently gave up my storage space so that I could save $50 a month (sounded like a good idea at the time), and now everything I own is sitting in the middle of my living room. *sob* I think I’ll go read some more blogs now.

  2. Miss B, I’ve got a similar issue. I get easily overwhelmed and discouraged by big tasks, and find it really difficult to get started on them. It’s especially bad if I feel an guilt about the situation. Then I get all anxious and weepy and fall apart. It’s not good.

    The only thing I’ve ever been able to do about it is to set smallish goals. I pick a part of what needs to be done & do it. It usually gets done fast enough that I’m able to face the next step, and by the end of it, I get a lot more done than I thought I could.

    I hope you’re able to find your method. πŸ™‚

  3. When I have a lot to do I’ve found it helps me to make a list and then just do three things a day. That’s not so many. And then you get to cross them off, which feels great. Like JinMontana says, small goals are the easiest.

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