I know it’s too late for Christmas lights, Christmas songs, and other things Christmas, but a Christmas tune popped into my head, not too long ago (specifically, three minutes before this). Yes, these lyrics ran through my brain, accompanied by the tune of a popular Christmas song:
On the eighth day of blogging, my true post said to me …
That’s because I just re-read a post I wrote way back on Day 8, called “Too___, too ____, or just right? (Thanks a lot, Goldilocks.)” That title and post have stuck with me, for over a year.
I just re-read that post, and I recommend it. It’s not too short or too long, too goofy or too serious, too simple or too complicated, too up or too down, too revealing or too coy, too confusing or too plain, too hot or too cold, too hard or too soft, too high or too low, too bad or too good. It offers a different perspective, for sure — that of a new, inexperienced blogger (although, honestly, I can still feel like a newbie, three hundred and eighty-eight days later).
I realize that if you do read that post, it might seem too …. something, to you. And perhaps we can all agree on this: That title might be a little too long.
But, honestly, dear readers, I’m surprised that old post didn’t seem too anything to me, today, because … I’m feeling pretty judgmental right now.
I tend to get more judgmental — with “too” thoughts rushing in — when I’m feeling overwhelmed and depleted. When I’m doing too much, with too little.
Too much with too little. What does that even mean? Maybe that’s too general. Okay, I’ll provide some details.
Right now, I feel like I’m doing too much …
… with too little …
- down time
- quiet time
I’m looking at what I’ve written so far and wondering: Is this post — already — too negative, too confusing, too revealing, too … something?
Well, it might be too something, to somebody. There’s nothing I can do about that, for sure. But, as usual, it helps me to express my thoughts here.
Here’s some context of why I feel depleted right now: I often feel that way on Thursday nights, into Friday mornings (which is when I’m writing this post). My Thursday work day is very long (10 hours), including two therapy groups, lots of individual therapy sessions, and an important meeting, with too many notes to write, and too many phone calls to return. Also, I work half a day on Wednesdays — so there’s always a back-log of things to do, from my afternoon off.
However, at this point, I’ve written over a year of Friday blog posts, and most of them — I believe — aren’t too down, dreary, or depressing. I think most of those posts are just right, with a balance of concerns and hope, good and bad, up and down.
In case you were wondering, people, I am NOT checking those old Friday posts, right now. There are way too many of them. And, I’ve got too little time and energy, right now.
But my point is this: I DO feel more depleted than usual, this Friday morning. Why? Well, I’ve got some extra things “on my plate” right now, including:
- Preparing for my trip, a week-and-a-half away.
- Groundhog Day, in two days.
Now, why would I need to prepare, in any way, for Groundhog Day? It’s not like it’s Christmas, for heaven’s sake, with expectations, or traditions like gift-giving or socializing.
You know what? I’m probably being too provincial right now. That is, I’m assuming that everybody knows what Groundhog Day is. In case you don’t, here’s a definition:
Ground·hog DaynounFebruary 2, when the groundhog is said to come out of its hole at the end of hibernation. If the animal sees its shadow—i.e., if the weather is sunny—it is said to portend six weeks more of winter weather.
Am I too old?
Have I done too little, at this point in my life?
- conventional, and
So why is there any pressure, at all, related to my birthday this year? I mean, it’s not like last year, when we planned a 60th birthday party for me. Man, there was a LOT of pressure associated with that. (But also, a lot of fun.)
So that pressure is absent this year. Why am I even writing about this, now?
Here’s why: As much as I love and look forward to my birthday, I’ve been disappointed, during some birthdays past. I’ve expected too much, and gotten too little. So, perhaps, I’m afraid of a repeat of those disappointments, this year.
That’s just too ….
Here’s my ending (and I hope it’s not too anything):
Whatever Groundhog Day 2014 brings, my guess is this: It’s going to be just right.
Thanks to Goldilocks, Bill Murray, Andie MacDowell, anybody who has feelings and reactions about birthdays, people who are doing too much with too little, and to you — of course! — for reading today.