March 15, 2012

Overthinking it ...

You know, my eating disorder was all about not feeling things, and learning and relearning to feel is what I've been all about ever since. You don't read too much about it here because I know that if I am writing about how I feel, I'm obviously thinking about how I feel rather than simply feeling. If you know what I mean.

One of my biggest life flaws is my no half-way rule. (I'm working on it thinking about how to change this going to change this um ...)

Anyhoo.

Many of you follow my friend Lisa, over at Seeking Elevation, but for those of you who have been busy or don't, she's just published a brilliant post entitled How to Seduce Your Own Husband. In it she hits that thinking thing directly on the noggin.

Now. Here's another thing I tend to not write about: My s--s--s-- my s--s--s-- my ... um ... my ... er ... nightlife. But Lisa does, with admirable abandon. And in the above-mentioned post, she has written something akin to my experience, which means I don't have to. Right down to the baking soda hair wash.

View One: how my bath is supposed to look.
Except currently I have no working shower, only a big claw-foot bathtub right in the middle of my kids' playroom. Don't ask; it seemed like a good idea at the time. Listen: when I chose the design, I was still thinking with my "lover's" brain rather than a momma brain. The room was supposed to be our sexy loft master bedroom.

View Two: how my bath actually looks.






And I thought that a latter rebuild of the shower on my main floor would turn out better than it did. It leaks. Badly. And the master bedroom in the suite below doesn't appreciate the rain.

Anyhoo. If you haven't already, treat yourself to a wild and wonderful ride inside of the mind of a woman who is a mother, a lover, and one hell of a writer. You might just see yourself there. Whether you are a mother or not.

When you're done, please come back here and tell me how to turn off my brain. Because despite my best efforts, mine is still traveling about a gazillion miles a moment. Especially during s-- seh-- my ... sigh ... nightlife.

10 comments:

  1. I think it's a girl thing. My mind never shuts up.

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    1. You're right as usual, Tooks. Sigh. Though I have found that having kids has helped me to have less time for this activity.

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  2. I agree. ^^^ I drink vodka, it helps with the brain thing and is cheaper than cigarettes. *shrug*

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  3. I feel I should elaborate by saying I don't drink to seduce my husband, I generally do that sober. It's my brain that benifits from the booze, not him. :))

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    1. I love vodka very much too, Amelia. And scotch. and rum. and newly bourbon. You get the picture. We know each other this way. Tonight I plan to pour myself a stiff one and drink it in spirit with you.

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    2. I should clarify that I drink only in moderation only because it makes the mean voice in my head louder, and the voices of better reason forget why they exist.

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  4. As a fellow no middle grounder, I can assure you, not thinking leads to just as many, if not more problems than thinking does.

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    1. Wa ha ha ha!!! I've always wished I could find that place of no thinking and have a few more regrets worth recounting. =)

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  5. I am terrible at turning off my brain! Also, I just stumbled across your blog, and I love it. YOu have a new follower :)

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    1. Whew! Welcome! How exciting!!!

      Join the fun that is all of us in our heads and make certain that if you haven't already you get yourself over to Seeking Elevation (link above) because that is some serious In The Head stuff over there, holy cow. =)

      But I'm glad you're here. I have a couple of hours off tomorrow (and every Friday, if I don't get screwed) so I'll come by and see your blogs then. I'm glad this spoke to you.

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