Crush

Crush sucks up a lot of my daily life.

Most late afternoons, my perpetual lists and lists of lists are updated, reworked; feasible within normal limits of someone who has no other circumstance or person requiring energy divergence. Daily, I corral 4 or 5 must-do’s, herding them to the top of the list. There are always a few wishful thinking “If-I-Feel-Like-It’s” further down. Eventually, the IFLI’s rotate into prominence, and other not-so-urgents take their place. The harder things and the piddily things slide up and down; the regular things are the ones I remain committed to.

Post-work early evenings, an hour’s worth of unlisteds begin. Walking comes first, if possible. Postbox mail retrieval, plant watering, clothes changing, disassembling my lunch box, dinner, dirty dishes, assembling lunch, cat tending, prepping clothes for the next workday; all rote. Then, the decisions begin.

Some days the mail purposely remains unread. Nothing-to-handle piles itself up on the sideboard. Seeing it sitting there is a stressor semi-easily re-categorized as semi-ignorable. On the days when action is required, I clump the must-handles together, and rifle and toss the rest. Unless it’s a magazine; then, it piles itself on the coffee table for another someday. Under the handle it once rule if I am holding a bill, I want to pay it, file it, and be done with it. I take myself upstairs and wait for the computer boot, all the while staring at my list.

A problematic get it-out-of-the-way temperament derails me. Payment secured or scheduled, logic dictates continuity; other acts must follow. I update my register, review the budget, log expenditures in EPS.* As long as I am sitting at the computer, I might as well delve into the weight of main and multiple email accounts, checking for more required payments and due date reminders hiding between notifications: Twitter, Linked-In, Facebook, Word Press, Sparkpeople, MyPoints, E-Reader, Kohl’s, Pet Supplies Plus, Current, Vermont Country Store, FTD, The Grommet, Living Social, Groupon, Bed Bath & Beyond, Target, Sears. AT&T, Verizon, Zingerman’s, Costco, Kroger, Daytrotter, MeetUp, Snapfish, Omaha Steaks, Live Nation, Amazon, Expedia, Women’s Ministry, Crafty Kids, Brad’s Deals, What on Earth.  Click, delete. Click, delete. Occasionally, just delete. Unless MyPoints has a click-thru, or if I haven’t logged my nutrition or exercise into SparkPeople, or if an email actually looks save-for-a-later-date interesting. Coupons don’t get deleted either. Discounts should never be sneezed at.

Down to 601 unread emails, I’ve been sitting for another hour now. If I haven’t already taken my evening walk, by this point, I’m not likely to.  I log out of my inbox and the news pops up. All sorts of things distract me; horrific, entertaining, intelligent, dumb. Unlimited information streams nurture fears of missing important pieces of the world. Cruising creates another time crush, which I eventually abandon out of boredom. Before kicking off the internet, I convince myself I should make sure I’m not missing a Facebook birthday. I should play moves in my current 30 Words with Friends games in the interest of promoting myself as being responsive, polite player, and for the added benefit of possibly making another move later.

Glancing at the list, I bite my lip and sigh. Not enough time for that, not enough concentration for that, not enough enthusiasm for that, before I do that I have to do this. Between overwhelm and laziness, I succumb, self-offering certain possibilities for tomorrow.

On these strangely justifiable late weekday evenings, the mindlessness of Candy Crush is enthusiastically welcomed. It’s a wind down experience; a blanking, mind-numbing, pre-retiring near-necessity. After using all 5 immediately available plays, I smooth into another crush. This one involves cookies and pastries that thankfully don’t resemble reality. When those plays have dwindled, I flip back to the first crush, and back to the second crush, and back to the first crush. Until the next energy deposit is 20 minutes away and I have cruised past a decent bedtime for a responsible adult.

Somewhere in between, sometimes, some things get done. I’m not sure that the reason I don’t do these things is because I don’t want to do them. They’re on the list because I want to do them. I have plenty of time; not enough incentive. Plenty of responsibilities; not enough reasons for resistance.

First thing amid the disappointment of morning, the list is reappears. Contemplation, evaluation, reprioritization, recommitment: re-ordered as attainable tasks I aim to accomplish, today. I set the bar again, prepared to leap past it, though I fully expect the crush.

 

Quote for the Week:

The remedy for responsibility is candy crush

Enjoy this week’s Discovery Links

Crushing Demographics: http://www.mnn.com/money/sustainable-business-practices/blogs/candy-crush-saga-addiction-is-worth-millions

Hedonic Adaptation – No Pay for Play: http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=science+of+brain+waves+during+acndy+crush&qpvt=science+of+brain+waves+during+acndy+crush&FORM=VDRE#view=detail&mid=3292BD8E7F5DD384DD333292BD8E7F5DD384DD33

Non-Addictive Stress Relief Games: http://stress.about.com/od/funandgames/tp/games.htm

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PS. EPS = Every Penny Spent, spreadsheet of where the money goes, and goes, and goes…

PSS. I don’t pay to play, never will.

Astounding

I haven’t always believed astounding as an achievable or excellent idea, but I’ve changed my mind.

I’ve come around now, decidedly defining the rules of my own engagement.

Because. Astounding is interpretive and discretional.

Its significance does not require recognition from anyone; nor does it require anyone else’s amazement.

It just has to be surprisingly impressive or notable – for me: astounding.

My recent round of astounding wasn’t well imagined, thought-through or out, or carefully planned. It just happened.

One thing leads to another. Tumbling into opportunities guaranteed to make sure my pulse is still there, reinforces I’ve got something to offer, and that I’ve somewhat still got “it.”

One was curiosity, pursued with no concrete intention. I just happened to be waving my catcher’s mitt, and someone happened to noticed.

I got caught up. Happily. Then, I got caught up again.

Apparently, opportunities do abound, if you know where to look for them; or, more accurately, if they know where to look for you. The next was a click-point that lured me in, dancing dangerously close to skitterish stomach rolls.

Then, one more time, close to overbooking with a third, I managed to commit only interest. I’m keeping my pencil poised over that one; to see how the story develops.

I present to you my newly astounding:

Requesting and accepting the volunteer position of Marketing Manager at One Brick Ann Arbor.

Joining and participating in a Dance Walking of Ann Arbor event.

Following and becoming an interested member of WordPress Ann Arbor.

 

I’ve been busy writing and sending press releases for One Brick.

I’ve danced my way up and down South Liberty on a sunny Saturday morning.

I’ve been jotting down WordPress events, planning to participate on less hectic weeks.

 

Responsibility, exercise and education; I’m feeling well-rounded.

Astounding, really.

 

Quote for the Week:

If we all did the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves.- Thomas Edison

Enjoy this week’s discovery links:

One Brick Ann Arbor: http://www.meetup.com/One-Brick-Ann-Arbor/

Dance Walking in Ann Arbor: http://www.meetup.com/Dance-Walking-in-Ann-Arbor/

(Walk-Dancing; redefined. Observing a moment of my own reflection in a restaurant window, I was very much caught off guard by my own heavy-metal scowling, “Thriller” meets speed-walking, accentuated with arm-pumping enthusiasm. If you visit the site, you can see me in action.) J

82 Astounding Facts about Cats: http://www.buzzfeed.com/chelseamarshall/meows

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