So there I was in the dentist's chair yesterday. It's not one of my favorite places, dating back since my youth when my dentist tried to smother me as I hyperventilated......and proceeded to pull 8 teeth without any tooth numby. As I lay there with the laughing gas cranked up, I realized that I felt pretty good. I don't think I have felt that calm in at least a year, at my last illicit drug use. It came to me quite clearly then why people use drugs.
My brain works overtime all of the time. It's kind of like a roller derby in there. Frustration, anger, noise, movement from one place to another at flashy speeds, and I really take a pounding. The only thing I have found to make it stop......besides nitrous oxide, is reading. It gives my brain a place to focus. So instead of doping up I read.
I've noticed I am pretty infantile in my life progression thus far.
I find myself a little depressed that I don't make many strides during the day. My brain flits from one place to the next and I never spend enough time on one thing. Also I get really bored with one thing. And I basically hate to do most things because I don't get payoff fast enough. I think about crafting something awesome, but then I dwell while I do it and end up not being able to face the thought of attempting some painting, or glueing or refinishing. I want to deep clean the kitchen cabinets and the kids dressers but the thought of having to focus on such dullness while still dwelling on every other thing that needs my attention, leaves me breathless with the desire to run. Eating and reading you can get a buzz from pretty quickly but besides that ........meh, too much work.
I have concluded that it's about time to tame Maimy. My natural man. I conclude that a lot. She is like living under a brown blanket. She adds more weight, makes it hard to navigate, and makes everything dark.
While I was showering after my laborous run, (I came up with a snappy idea that I could train myself to run with this website....http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml ) I had nothing to do but think some more. That's when I came up with a plan. I have to have guidelines. Even though I like to wing everything, mostly because planning takes effort, I function better with strict rules and expectations. Instead of having a to-do list, because I make terribly long ones once I start one, I am making some broader goals to accomplish during a day.
B.S.M.K.H.S. in no particular order. I am going to do something for my Body, Spirit, Marriage, Kids, Home, and Self, everyday. Example.....I already went running, I will read an article from the Ensign and journal with it, I rented a movie for Officer Handsome and I, I will take the kids to the pool or on a walk and they need individual attention everyday so we will read, snuggle, play games and maybe bake, home......ugh put the laundry away, do dishes, start more laundry, and for myself.......it's hard not to get carried away here...for sure I will read, probably while eating lunch, and then hide from everyone and read some more. Once I can see, feel really, that I have accomplished something I am hoping it will give me enough 'good' feeling to move on to the next task.
For real, people out there.......are you cool being in your own head? Do you have a lot of self control? Where did it come from?