“Dammit Jim, I’m a writer, not a mathematician!”

A.K.A. Simple Math Hurts My Cabeza

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Hello, hi.

What is the one thing I realized once the majority of my jet leg went away? Yep. I cannot add. And it totally ruined the entire schtick, ahem, theme I’d been maintaining for THE HONG KONG EXPERIENCE. In my defence, I was sixteen hours ahead writing posts of events that occurred the previous day and posting them so that they reached here the day of… did that make any sense?

So, I haven’t done a Friday Forage in a long time, and this would’ve been the first of 2015. However, since all I’ve been foraging for this week is my laundry and a little bit of sanity, I figure I’ll keep to my important resolution and just be awesome MINUS the overthinking.

Heck, by the time I send this out, it might not even be a Friday post. I’m that footloose and fancy free.

I’m a little overwhelmed by the school year, thus far. Not gonna lie. Upper level courses and a boatload of assignments already in the first two weeks. As I write this and glance over at my nephew who’s staying with me for the weekend–I’m glad he’s here, truly–I silently panic to figure out how I’m going to write my first draft for my short fiction class (2000 words), the outline for a 30 minute screenplay for my film class and study for my Spanish exam. There’s still the other homework for those classes and French class, too.

Easy peasy, right?

Update:

I wrote the first part of this post a few hours ago. We’re now approaching midnight. I had to get the lil’ guy to bed and he wanted to snuggle so it kinda made writing this post a little tricky. So, I just lay there with him and watched him as he got ready to sleep.

Earlier in the evening, he pulled me away from the computer so I could help him put his Lego set together. He had a particular methodology that required every single piece of Lego separated from one another before we turned to the first page of the instruction booklet for reassembly. While he was putting together Iron Man and The Mandarin, I decided to skip ahead and assemble part of the vehicle. He reached out and stopped me and said, “Not yet. Let’s do this part first.” I know in my head I was just trying to multitask, but slowing down made me recall how simple things used to be when I was five years old.

This may sound trite, but despite everything that’s going on in the world, it’s okay to slow down sometimes. It really makes a difference in helping us appreciate the important things in life.

Unplug, unwind, unworry.

Easier said than done, I know. And I know that in the back of my mind, I’m still coming up with dialogue for my story, plot points for my outline. I’m conjugating verbs and learning vocab in two other languages. But as I watch Lil’ Bubba finally doze off, the moonlight spills through the window onto the little dinosaurs printed all over his pyjamas. Some of the dinosaurs are wearing boxer shorts. I think how random that is before I feel a hand reach over to take mine and roll with his into a mini-burrito, all snuggly as he softly snores into his pillow.

Unplug, unwind, unworry.

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I may not be a math whiz and I know words cannot fully express the joy I’ve felt in the last few hours with him here that trumps the hellacious two weeks I’ve had back at the grind. I can’t believe I almost passed up spending time with that amazing little boy (sorry, Bub, you’re a BIG boy now) just to churn out more words that I know I would’ve had difficulty doing so anyway.

Now, I feel way more relaxed than I did when I first started this post. I know the weekend ahead will be crazy busy, and yet, I’m not as worried as I once was.

Unplug, unwind, unworry.

My brain is grateful for it and I know my writing will be better for it.

 

[{(SUPER boy + GRATEFUL aunt) – stress} + productivity] x LOVE = happyfuntimes

 

Take that, math!

Until next time…

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