I feel this way more often than not. So much information coming in it’s like drinking from a fire hose. You lean down to take a sip, and BLAM! A face full of water…erm…information. This is one of my favorite Far Side comics; I especially love that his brain is full at 10 am. My brain is also usually full by 10 am. Full brain, empty coffeepot.
I say all of this as introduction and as a way of begging pardon that I completely and entirely spaced doing the drawing for Christine’s novella, Dies Irae on Sunday night. That little fact smacked me upside the head at the library last night as I was working and I may or may not have stage-whispered some very choice words. A full brain is a dangerous thing indeed. So…commenter Becky G! As part of the miscellaneous portion of our homeschool day, my son picked your name and you get a digital download of Dies Irae, complements of the author. Enjoy!
It’s times like these when my perfectionism cracks open an eye, lumbers up, and smacks me over the nose with the rolled up treatise of all things I should be doing and doing better than I am currently. Then it returns to its highly-alert slumber, ready to jump up at any given moment. It kinda looks like a cross between a Shel Silverstein pencil drawing and a Dr. Seuss paint-by-number filled in by a cracked-out squirrel. But perfectly done, of course.
Perfectionism is what feeds the nasty little gremlins, but only I feed the perfectionism. And lately I’ve been making a concerted effort to starve it. God knows there’s enough around here to feed it. From the house that needs so much work that I don’t know where to start to homeschooling to working from home to writing my book, I could have one obese perfectionism complex on my hands if I didn’t stay on top of it. I don’t need it or the gremlins around; if anyone spoke to me the way my perfectionism does, we’d have a lot of unconscious bodies ’round these parts.
try to let things go a little more. Sure, homeschooling is going well…but I haven’t really started to push anything resembling curriculum. We’re studying what sounds good when it sounds good and a lot of learning is going on (yes, I realize that’s unschooling, but I really don’t think I can go that route with him permanently). I ignore the fact that this house very likely needs a complete electrical update and pray we don’t electrocute ourselves. And I juggle writing and working and blogging and what passes for a social life as best I can. The universe isn’t perfect, neither am I.
Just hard to remember that when my brain is so full.