Brain Farting; In Need of Mental Colonic.

I have found, lately, that I’m feeling stuck.  Immovable.  It’s not that I’m not going places, that things aren’t happening and that I’m not an active participant in my life.  Because I am.  No, what I mean is: Have you ever had so many projects going on at the same time, that you lose the “forest for the trees?”  Like a deer in headlights, I have just stopped.

D3Now, don’t get me wrong–I love Diablo 3–it’s a great game, despite Blizzard Entertainments attempt to remove everything that was awesome about Diablo 2 from it.  I’m still playing the game.  I’m having fun doing it.  But what am I not doing?

I’m not writing.  I’m certainly not blogging, until right now, of course.  I keep saying “yes” to things I should say “no” to.  I need a mental cleanse.  I need to find my bearings.  To come up with a new schedule for feeding my brain and for vegging out with my hardcore Barbarian, hardcore MP10 Witch Doctor, and MP10 Wizard.  ‘Cause, they’re awesome.  🙂

Unfortunately, this sounds easier than I’m finding it to actually be.  My son keeps my quite busy, which I don’t mind.  He’s awesome!  He gave me a thumbs up for the first time the other day.  I felt accomplished and I hadn’t done anything.  How awesome is that?  And yes, he is one of the things I said “Yes” to, but definitely not one of the things I shouldn’t have.  It is a huge blessing to have him in my life and I find that he’s teaching me more about me than I’m teaching him, well, anything.

So, I’ve decided (Just now, as I wrote the last paragraph–which was a process: I paced and everything.) that I’m going to treat my writing time like it’s work time.  This should be obvious, and something you’d think I would be doing anyway, but I haven’t.  I’ve been treating it as “my time.”  It is something I love to do, so it couldn’t possibly be work, right?

So not true.

I’m going to start with prioritizing my projects and then work on them as close to “one at a time” as I can.  We’ll see how this goes over the next few weeks.  I’ll keep you posted.  Thanks for “listening.”  It helped me figure out my problem.  You know, saying it.

Now, back to Diablo.  😉

Wunderlusting

Day Dreaming.  Gleaming what once I thought was real.  There, I wrote a poem.

I don’t know how to keep my monitor clean.  I always get specs of stuff on it.  What exactly this stuff is made of–I don’t know–but it’s there all the same.  I cover my mouth when I sneeze and I wipe ‘er down whenever I feel she needs a good dusting, and yet stuff seems to gravitate towards her magnificent 1920 x 1080 display.  I’m not a fan of metaphors, especially those so very directly on the nose, but here we are nonetheless.

Being a good husband.  A good father.  Employee.  Human being.  It takes time and obstacles, small and large, pleasant and annoying, all seem to cling to me and the path I’m trying to pave for myself; regardless, of how much time I endeavor to allot for myself to write.

[Please note, that when I say “write” this includes pacing, thinking to myself, going for a walk, and meditation…all things that I consider productive when trying to compose brilliance.]

So, I have decided I need to organize more.  After all, I’m male, and not the best multi-tasker.  Not to say men can’t multi-task, just not me.  I downloaded Wunderlist to help me organize my multiple projects, professional as well as personal.  With any luck I’ll be able to clear some of the unnecessary clutter from my plate, if not from my monitor.

Any other suggestions on how a non-multi-tasker can organize his/her time better?  Comment and let me know.

-T2