Paralyzed From the Brain Down - April 3, 2020

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To say the past weeks have been weird is an understatement. I have been trying to work from home, but it's difficult. What's worse is that I'm home more, but am completely unable to paint! I'm paralyzed and I can't figure out what's wrong. My husband says all psychological problems are inherently fixable if you can articulate what the problem is. So when I can't articulate it, I feel worse, like it's only ME standing in the way of feeling better. If only I were smarter.
One fun thing is that my siblings and I are all talking more online. Yesterday we had the best conversation because one never-available-when-we-group-call sibling actually took part! Unfortunately, they also got mad when I took a (lot) screenshots. I touched up one of the screenshots to show how they should really feel about me. 

I'm thinking of downloading some filters for my next meeting at work and looking like the potato lady I can't stop laughing at this picture. 

And laugh…

Don't Get 'er Done



My sense of responsibility tends to overreach its bounds. I worry about getting things done. And everything needs to be done NOW.

I'd been putting off something for a while now because I was unsure how to do it. The unknown tends to paralyze me! So I sat in front of my computer and told myself to start doing the thing I was worried about. (I even said a prayer) What was the worst that could happen?

And, less than an hour later, it was done.

I went to bed light as a feather. I woke up light as a feather. I had NO cares weighing me down. That is a rare enough thing that I even mentioned it to Brian. He was surprised, not knowing that I worried that much about life, the universe and everything. "That is a difficult burden to bear." he said to me. "Feeling like you always have deadlines." He's right because it's not like I'm in school anymore. Why concern myself so much?

Then here's what I realized that brought a bit of beauty to my day:

Very few things really HAVE to get done. Learn which things are which

I can almost hear the Beatles' singing "Let it Be." Like an earworm.




Comments

Jill said…
Soooooo true and very few things really need to be said. Once realized, life is much lighter. :) I came across you through Lisa of Lil Fish Studios.

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