Although I'm not one for shout-outs –and, truth be told, no shout-outs are generally bad for the popularity business around these here Internet parts– I would like to point out that Mary and Heather of MomsTown have been sending something very cool to their email subscribers. It's a mini pep talk a day, for 21 days, which is reportedly how long it takes to break a habit or start a new one.
I've been loving the newsletters– short and to the point and not much else. Today's was especially poignant to me and so I'm sharing it with you faithful few whose eyeballs and synapses I hold in high esteem:
multi-tasker. Multitasking is, in our opinion, a
big fat lie that we all tell each other.
It is true that as mothers we must often do
more than one thing at a time… but that doesn't
mean we are that great at it. Truth is, mom or
not, we all do something better when we do one
thing at a time. Don't let anyone pressure you
into trying to be fabulous at everything at once.
I find this advice true and conciliatory– it speaks of being kind to yourself and to realizing that with our limited time and resources, sometimes it's best to do one thing at a time and do it well.
Which brings me to November.
And you stop to think about how November is a crazy month of Thanksgiving.
And then you remember you had your first-born in November and that means a birthday celebration of some sort.
And you start to factor in the whole "getting ready for Christmas" bit, and the whole pregnancy thing –which yes, apparently does not affect one's ability to write at one's little computer but still is kind of a distraction– and the whole "living with people" thing and the whole "and also a toddler" bit and things start to get funny.
Funny-looking in just a general kind of way, if you should ask.
But you cannot help yourself: you saw a weird couple the other day at a local place and started thinking about them and their convoluted backstory and you heard that one annoying song from Caddyshack this morning and it stuck in your head and then you started involving yourself in your own story because doesn't every story need a character who's woefully aware of her own neuroses and is addicted to tea?
So there's a beginning for NaNoWriMo. And NaBloPoMo is just sentimental stuff– November IS Blog Posting Month too, because suddenly posting once a day doesn't sound nerve-wracking and annoying.
And then there's the shoes. I may pass on the shoes (and yes, I switched persons during the course of this explanation), just because I don't own thirty pair anymore and it would just depress me a little to do it with fewer pairs.
That last sentence was shameful. Please pardon me for that hideous bit of excess. I will not go to Zappos after I am done with this blog entry.
But so yes: point taken, Mary and Heather. I obviously need to work on this whole overachieving thing.
As soon as I start a document on character development, that is.