About an hour ago I was whacked upside the head by a new idea - I like to think of it as THE new rule. The rule (stated kind of half-assed backwards) is:
Why make everything hard? Don't!!!
I was sitting on the edge of my bed trying to open a bottle of vitamins when this magnificent revelation came to me. I had been sitting there for maybe 10 minutes trying and trying and trying to get the bubble wrap off the vitamins - ok, done. Then trying, trying, trying to get the plastic shrink wrap off the top of the bottle so I could open it without going into the kitchen for scissors.
Nothing worked - tried my nail, tried just pulling, tried using a pen (not a good idea), tried more pulling. And then my eyes went to a pair of earrings I'd left on a bookcase - aha! The earrings were hoops, but they had posts - nice sharp posts. Really not a good idea! I grabbed one and pushed the sharp end into the plastic wrap - instead of the plastic wrap ripping the earring post bent. Damn!
Ok, perseverance - I turned the earring around the other way - my plan was to straighten the post on the hard plastic. Didn't work - the whole earring bent. I was looking at an earring that used to be a hoop - but now was kind of flat - with a post that was bent flat against the not-hoop. Damn! Damn!
The idea came to me that I might as well get IN the bed - and stay there - for the whole day (week, month, year, life...) because, obviously, today was going to be as effed up as yesterday was.
This is not the new rule - this is actually the old rule - I'll get to the new rule after I tell you what yesterday was like.
Awful! I spent the whole day trying to upload a recording to my computer - it wasn't happening. I did finally find out that the place where I put my recordings was having trouble (it wasn't me) - but I wanted that recording up - so I kept trying. And trying, and trying.
Slightly-British Daughter, my wise elder daughter, mentioned the possibility of letting that project go for awhile and working on something else. A lot of times I hate advice - especially wise advice. I think I growled at her.
Throughout the day I kept trying different browsers - attempting to see if one would work better than another. I even got my son away from his PC (I have a Mac) by wondering loudly about the naked woman running down the street - and tried to see if maybe I could get his computer to do the job (sometimes things aren't Mac compatible)...nothing worked...but I kept trying.
And I had a miserable day. I was a miserable person. And I didn't get one miserable thing done.
So, sitting on the edge of my bed - with a pretty much broken earring in my hand - considering giving up for the day (week, month, year, life...) it occurred to me that I was making things hard for myself.
I had options and I wasn't taking them - just sticking to one thing even after I could see that I was making myself miserable. Why didn't I just go into the kitchen for the scissors? Why didn't I stop yesterday when I was getting frustrated - find something else to do - work on the uploading thing little at a time.
And the rule jumped up and bit me:
WHY make everything hard? DON'T!
What a concept. And, of course, I got to test it almost immediately. I went into the kitchen for those scissors - amazing - they worked - easily! And I saw dried soda spills on the kitchen counter. Damn! I told Manchild (son) last night to wipe up the soda he'd spilled. My very next thought was "What else did he do?"
I was half way to the freezer to check if the soda had exploded in there (the usual reason for soda spills - and something I've told him NEVER to do again) when the rule slid back into my consciousness -
WHY make everything hard? DON'T!
And I stopped in my tracks. I didn't need anything from the freezer. Why would I want to aggravate myself by checking to see if there was soda spilled in there - if there was, I'd find out when I had a reason to go there. What would be the point of pushing to find something wrong??
I'm hoping to stay conscious of the new rule - I bet my kids will enjoy that. An aside - aren't you just SO glad I'm not your mother? Hallmark could come out with a new line of cards: the "Mom, I'm so glad you're not like that nasty Karen Caterson" line....(I want a percent of the profits)