I am sitting on a stool, in my kitchen, in front of a window, on my phone. Why? Because the sun is beating into this window. It feels so warm and so good. The kind of warm that makes me … Continue reading
If you got that quote, Bravo! I’s been a staple of mine since childhood.
Reading an article called “The Busy Trap” from the NY Times got me thinking about being “busy” and what it all means. It is something that I have contemplated before but Tim Kreider was so concise about it.
“Busyness serves as a kind of existential reassurance, a hedge against emptiness; obviously your life cannot possibly be silly or trivial or meaningless if you are so busy, completely booked, in demand every hour of the day. I once knew a woman who interned at a magazine where she wasn’t allowed to take lunch hours out, lest she be urgently needed for some reason. This was an entertainment magazine whose raison d’être was obviated when “menu” buttons appeared on remotes, so it’s hard to see this pretense of indispensability as anything other than a form of institutional self-delusion. More and more people in this country no longer make or do anything tangible; if your job wasn’t performed by a cat or a boa constrictor in a Richard Scarry book I’m not sure I believe it’s necessary. I can’t help but wonder whether all this histrionic exhaustion isn’t a way of covering up the fact that most of what we do doesn’t matter.” – Tim Kreider, “The Busy Trap”, NY Times.
Exaclty Kreider! I have felt this way many a time. Sitting at work, inventing things to keep me busy. Why? What is the point of “busy work?” This is a challenging idea to think about. The work you do has no meaning. Truly. Emails, printing, phone calls, computer screens. How does any of that matter in a day? I particularly enjoyed the Richard Scarry reference. So true. We are largely a workforce that doesn’t do anything.
Time ago we were “busy” with daily living needs. Cooking and cleaning took time, as in serious time. Not only were you working but you really appreciated the product of that labor. I bet cake or bread that took the better part of a day to create was special and the person who made it felt pride and fulfillment because of the effort it took. Try getting that from the grocery store.
How many of us can say we feel fulfilled by running errands, answering emails or sitting at a desk alone searching the internet for something? Anything at times.
As Kreider says, “It’s almost always people whose lamented busyness is purely self-imposed: work and obligations they’ve taken on voluntarily, classes and activities they’ve “encouraged” their kids to participate in. They’re busy because of their own ambition or drive or anxiety, because they’re addicted to busyness and dread what they might have to face in its absence.”
Alas and a lack. Check out the article here it really is worth the read.
And that Ladies and Gents is my rant of the day!
Since I have joined Pinterest I believe I have become a better person. Yes, you’re reading me right. Pinterest makes me better. Or at least it soothes the shopping addiction I so clearly battle (see my closet and credit card bills for further confirmation) and makes me think more critically about how I coordinate my outfits.
It most certainly has helped my photography skills. Making me almost worthy of my sweet ass camera. If you need a reminder of my unworthiness see here. Sadly friends most of what I have mastered photographing is food and my dog. I have no real problem with this as I heart both but I shall spare you the redundancy of “Lucy looking left” and “Lucy looking right.”
Along with awesome photo-taking and outfit assembly it inspires me to try a little more than average on hair and make up. Granted most of that trying happens on the weekends with infinite time and ends with an interesting interpretation that makes me feel a little special as I head to my exotic weekend plans of grocery shopping and washing the car.
Be jealous. You wish you were so cool. How many people can say they spent an hour of their weekend doing a braid hairdo for the grocery store? Exaclty.
So Pinterest is my lover and is making me better one pin at a time.
Are you a Pinterest Addict? Do you know of the love I speak? Are you too becoming a better accessorized version of you?
End Pinterest commercial love.
1. Warm. I want to be warm. Despite the fact that our winter has been incredibly mild, I am craving heat. I want to be snuggled in a puddle of sunshine with a warm breeze. It’s always about this time of year that I get fed up with the droll indoor world and begin yearning for summer in its best.
2. I am a Pinterest/Downton Abbey addict. I can’t stop. If it’s wrong, I do not want to be right!
3. Living in the present has proved to be an incredible challenge. I fear I am failing. I am a planner by nature. Anticipation is both my gift and curse.
There are my truths for today. Feels good sharing them! Feel free to share back!
I recently had the desire to buy a journal/diary.I’ve been having thoughts. Not that having thoughts is new, just having the need to write them as they come to me.
The feeling to write down my thoughts, becomes increasingly more urgent as I ignore it. Almost prohibiting me from moving on to the next thought if I don’t get this one out. Solution said my brain. Write these little nagging thoughts down in a diary. Wait. What are you, twelve? Did you want a Lisa Frank dolphin on the front?
Maybe. What of it? Journal, it’s what adults call diaries. That’s what I need!
But then I thought, why bother with a journal that no one will read for the next possible 100 years? (Btw 100 years is the mark of historical interest in my mind. Don’t try to understand.)
Why journal when I can blog? So, here it is. My stream of conscience. My thoughts as they come to me. Although writing this introduction has somewhat diminished the urgency to express this next sentiment. Damn my ever ending need for chronology and order!
Ok. Here is the real thought:
I am disliking television more and more. Even as I watch a show claiming favorite status I am suddenly over come with the urge to turn off the television and run to bed and open a book.
Why might this be occurring? Hmmm.
1. Because its winter. Dark too early causing more indoor downtime. This is due to my hatred of cold.
2. Lack of exercise. Lucy has a weird paw issue that has been causing a limp after a walk or run. For the past month we have been on a rest to help heal. But this means my once daily walks no longer are happening. Sad face.
3. Television is mundane. Repetition and frequency of programming are causing brain boredom.
So what are your thoughts on this? Are you feeling the TV blues too? Or is this just random thought that only I am experiencing? Share. I need feedback to feel normal.
Over at The Lettered Cottage, lovely Layla had a smashing idea for 2012.
Instead of a list of resolutions, she is promoting a word of the year.
Pretty powerful for something so simple.
I couldn’t resist.
In keeping with my resolution to be “in the moment” for 2012, I have chosen my word of the year…Now.
Targets, circles that you try to aim at, Legolas…
So, when my husband and BFF asked me to come watch while they practiced shooting their bows, (Remember…Boondoocks. Fun is in the eye of the beholder) I of course was interested.
Maybe this is something I could get into? Maybe I’ll be inspired and finally build that upper arm muscle that I have been lacking for all of my life…
“Great! We are going to shoot the 3 D targets, you’ll love it!” said my husband
“OM, I bet I will love it! Like avatar, right? Do you have to wear glasses? It’s probably like that golf things where you hit your ball on a screen. I could totally get into this! It’s like an interactive movie! I love movies!”
I thought all of that. I was, in fact, convinced that this would be just like a hopped up video game experince. Take that Wii!
This is what I saw.
I was expecting, glasses, dark room, major screen with digital images. And then this is what I walked into…
To make matters worse, my compatriots seemed undisturbed…
This is my husband’s idea of a 3D shooting!!!??!!
I mean, I could have been warned! People could have alluded to and sent signals such as, “When I say 3D I mean like not on a TV, as in a room with life size animal things that you shoot.”
Would that have been so hard? Huh? Really?
I think they both rather enjoyed themselves, seeing my gaping face and wide eyes. They wanted this reaction. Sly and shady people. They gave nothing away!
On the bright side, I think this means they would make excellent spies and possibly we could be a future Mission Impossible/Charlie’s Angles type group.
I’m looking in movie rights as we speak.
So there it is peeps. Broaden your minds and definitions. And avoid gaping in public.