Dear Blog, happy 3rd birthday!
It’s like flicking through an old school book, it’s a little embarrassing looking back, I was a bit shy, not really knowing myself and where I sit in the world and what on earth I was doing, hoping the other kids were nice and played with me at play lunch. It’s only 3 years but I feel Crayon Chick has found her path and her place. I certainly like having her around!
And right now her place is back in the work room to finish up the million things that still need to be assembled, pressed, packaged, labelled, boxed, hooked, darned, started (never too late!), wrapped and sorted. I seem to be hampster-wheeling with too many things to do and not knowing where to start.
This is where I feel multi-tasking lets us down. It isn’t productive. It’s so mis-leading and I hate that it’s a badge given to (mainly) women as an excuse to justify wheel-spinning. Nothing feels completely finished and I’m mentally exhausted always with a sense of panic about letting something drop.
On the whole, men get it. They focus on one task at a time. They just Get On With It. Well my man does. I don’t know about all blokes. But I’m often jealous of my guy enjoying some down time with not a care in his head about the floors, or dinner, or how many other tasks need to be done while he’s still half way through this one. I actually caught myself yesterday on hands and knees with the Spray and Wipe cleaning the door to the cat flap. That’s an extraordinary degree of procrastination. A man wouldn’t have done that!
It would be nice, wouldn’t it. Just being in the one task at one time.
I think I’ll give it a go. See you in Adelaide.