So, when I get busy I don’t have as much mental space that enables unique thought. The mind’s doorway narrows and gets crowded with odds and ends: calendars, schedules, post-it notes, undone to-do lists, dirty kitchens, crumby, cluttered floors and year old cobwebs. I’m not implying that I’m a brilliant poet/intellectual when I have free time. I’m saying that I’m really not brilliant when I’m busy. No, that’s not true. I’m in a different sort of busy these days. I’m “busy” with quotation marks made by both your hands. I’m “busy” and I’m reacting to “busy” in a strange way.
I’m way past that “Wow, I’m unemployed and man, is this fun” stage. I think I’m at the “I should really start working now” stage. I think I’m thinking of all the things I should be doing. I’m working a little each week, but I still have a good amount of down-time every day. I think the less I do, the more I stress about things, and the larger the tasks seem … and the more incapable I feel. Here are pictures to match the thoughts:
If I were on Hell’s Kitchen I’d feel a true sense of busy. No quotation marks needed. Where do I sign up? Naw, I’m way to scared of Chef Ramsay.
