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"Keep it simple, stupid.... "
Rude saying, but so potent!
My mind works all the time all the time all the time...
Not Gertrude Stein, surely, but it's true...the roles I am trying to balance are too many. At George School, my student advisor commented, in a report to my parents, "Susan needs to learn to say 'no'." I was wearing myself out carrying five majors-- thin as a rail (I think I weighed in at about 97 pounds), and I was even splitting my extracurricular time between being the Shrew in the Senior Play and being the team backstroker in Varsity Swimming. I did my rehearsals with wet hair.
Now I am a backed up bookkeeper, a frenzied publicist, an idea person (that's the easy part), the CEO and the janitor, and everything in between. This is the story of my life. I list, I schlep, I deliver, I sweep, I think of answers in my sleep. ( I actually don't sweep very often, truth be told. )
Why do I take the time to write? Well, I am guessing that someone might be interested, I guess. More likely, though, it's an autistic-oid spinning that keeps my mind from going off its axis.
I am talking to myself about my class now... all the many facets of bringing people who don't know each other together to focus on something they are interested in learning, but who have had such differing backgrounds and exposures. I want to dump my head for them, and let them pick out (like dumpster diving) what they can use. But that is not what works best.
I have to take most of the stuff off the offering plate. Offer up choice bits (like a French entree) that sit in spendor on a large plate. Let the folks look and lust a bit. Then set them loose on the offering with some suggestions about how to enjoy.... yes, it's a lot like setting out a meal.
Just a few dishes of color, a very large water source and plenty of paper. And a handful of rules, just to keep the focus clear.
Remind myself that time is not the issue, but the quality of the minutes spent must be very good. And let there be breaks.
A lot of art happens during the breaks. It's when the head defrags a bit and empties the recycle bin.
Then back to work with a fresh eye.
My mind works all the time all the time all the time...
Not Gertrude Stein, surely, but it's true...the roles I am trying to balance are too many. At George School, my student advisor commented, in a report to my parents, "Susan needs to learn to say 'no'." I was wearing myself out carrying five majors-- thin as a rail (I think I weighed in at about 97 pounds), and I was even splitting my extracurricular time between being the Shrew in the Senior Play and being the team backstroker in Varsity Swimming. I did my rehearsals with wet hair.
Now I am a backed up bookkeeper, a frenzied publicist, an idea person (that's the easy part), the CEO and the janitor, and everything in between. This is the story of my life. I list, I schlep, I deliver, I sweep, I think of answers in my sleep. ( I actually don't sweep very often, truth be told. )
Why do I take the time to write? Well, I am guessing that someone might be interested, I guess. More likely, though, it's an autistic-oid spinning that keeps my mind from going off its axis.
I am talking to myself about my class now... all the many facets of bringing people who don't know each other together to focus on something they are interested in learning, but who have had such differing backgrounds and exposures. I want to dump my head for them, and let them pick out (like dumpster diving) what they can use. But that is not what works best.
I have to take most of the stuff off the offering plate. Offer up choice bits (like a French entree) that sit in spendor on a large plate. Let the folks look and lust a bit. Then set them loose on the offering with some suggestions about how to enjoy.... yes, it's a lot like setting out a meal.
Just a few dishes of color, a very large water source and plenty of paper. And a handful of rules, just to keep the focus clear.
Remind myself that time is not the issue, but the quality of the minutes spent must be very good. And let there be breaks.
A lot of art happens during the breaks. It's when the head defrags a bit and empties the recycle bin.
Then back to work with a fresh eye.
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