My World in Prose

All this is fine and well. It is manageable for the most part but when you throw a false accusation into an already complex interaction, things get magnified to the tenth power. The basis of that relationship goes from being one of respect and appreciation to one of distrust and paranoia. The change goes both ways. Something or someone had to trigger the change in perception of the accuser. To accuse is to have all the power; regardless of truthfulness. Once the accusation is made whether it is accurate or not, the damage is irreparable. The accused will never trust the accuser again. Even when the accused knows with absolute certainty that there is no foundation to the accusation, the natural change in attitude is that of distrust and paranoia. The accused will no longer trust the accuser and will always wonder in paranoia what or whom changed the accusers perception of that person. There will always be a paranoia of the unknown. Anything could trigger another disappointment or cause for dissention. The accuser has already decided to see that person as having faltered even if it turns out later that it was an erroneous accusation. The dynamic has already changed and it is no longer a carefree and light-hearted relationship. It’s a no going back zone.

Just saying…accusations….they’re a tricky little thing…an enormously powerful little thing…a very damaging thing…so zip it!

Sensory Overload?.

Favorite tree in my favorite park. Love to write there.

There are times when we are so distracted or rather focused (depending on how you see it) that we unintentionally become the epitome of effectiveness and productivity while managing to be completely disconnected and aloof all at once. This goes for all those notorious multi-taskers. This weekend, such as many, was spent running errands, getting schedules in order, balancing checkbooks, paying bills, finding tax return receipts, babysitting, etc…all while washing clothes, checking Facebook accounts and cleaning up around the house. As if that weren’t enough in one day for one brain, add to the scenario, “You’ve Got Mail”, “Hope Floats”, “The Flinstones”, “Enchanted” and another movie that I forget now…one after another…droning in the background.

When does efficient and productive multi-tasking become mayhem and a complete sensory overload?

The topic had already been circling my mind for a few days after a conversation I had earlier in the week with a co-worker. She seemed a little preoccupied and I asked her if all was well. She responded that she had every intention of taking an entire weekend to herself to paint and do yoga. “In fact”, she went on, “I have every intention of significantly de-cluttering my life and simplifying my schedule.” I was suddenly stricken with “free-schedule” envy! I’m sure many of us will agree that sounds like heaven on earth but about as realistic as Natuzzi leather.

She’s not the only one that can call the shots around here! I can make my own schedule too. Sunday I went for a run alone.  By the time I was done, I had created a “mental task list” for Monday from here to Beijing. I couldn’t get to the car fast enough to write it all down.

Relaxing is such hard work. Ha! How can one shut down for a bit? How can one silence ones thoughts long enough to feel somewhat rested? Do some of us need constant mental stimulation? Do we do it knowingly? Do we do it because we feel like the world depends on us? Because we feel time escapes us or because we feel that if we don’t do it no one else will?

I don’t know what the answer is but one thing I do know is that weekends should be for resting and efficient multi-taskers deserve a daily round of applause for all the little things they do that go unnoticed and for all the big things that we never give ourselves credit for orchestrating. Hooray! Another round of applause for those that have had the courage to take a stance and take back their much needed peaceful simplified time! Happy Monday everyone!