Saturday, May 16, 2009
Much of my life is an overwhelming in-box of messages informing me on how it should be done and then, done better. The Oprah and The Orman, Dr. Sears, Dr. Gupta, Dr. Phil, The NYT, The WSJ, The NPR, The E! Network and The Dalai Lama all jockey for position. I am inundated with advice and next best things for parenting, living through the recession, going green, eating organic, creating, recreating, relationships, career, spirituality, must-read books, must-see movies, I-pod playlists, and how to get Michelle Obama’s well toned arms. This information overload sends me tip-toeing back to my bed to curl into a ball for the tiniest of 2 week naps. Not much is gonna get done that way. I need to think about it all, but just a little.
Smacksy is my attempt to take on the distractions, one at a time. I have long held the belief, that balance in life isn’t something that can fit into a 24-hour period. (This is how I continue to rationalize my apparent inability to meditate and floss on the same day.) At best, I am shooting for a well-balanced week, or more likely, a trying really, really hard couple of months. I am weighing my options.
Plus, the baby Jesus himself will tell you that what the world needs now is another blog. I’m just doing God’s work everybody.