Since I am away from the computer for a while, I’m running a few favorite, previously published posts.
This one originally ran on April 26, 2010, but is modified for today’s post.
There was a path-to-nowhere (which led to a tiny hidden grove of orange trees) installed near the humanities building when I was attending the University of California, and on either side of this path was a poem written out in bronze embedded letters. The way I happened on it, was to read it backwards from the end of the poem. So the words that stuck with me, “Time Take,” were an inverse of the above title, but became a tiny logo of mine, with different punctuation pushing the meaning to a different place: Time. Take. or Time, Take or Time–Take.
However I slipped those punctuation symbols in, the meaning was the same: time was available and I needed to stop and take some. It was never clear to me what I would do with this time that I was taking, but it was the stuff of poems, and hurried grad students, and bronze letters embedded on a path to a minuscule orange grove behind the brick buildings that smelled like heaven in the spring months when I would take the time to walk through those trees.
So, I took some time this morning to think about what I do with my time, and one thing I tend to do is to catch up on my blog reader, where, more often than not, after reading blog after blog, I come away feeling like my life is just so banal and trite and disorganized and unfulfilling and undecorated and uncrafty and generally unproductive.
I “clip” news items to act on, quilts to make, books to read, always falling farther and farther behind, or so it feels. This morning, a little wake-up post by Jeezebel helped to articulate this feeling. I can’t recommend this site, by the way, but I can recommend this article to all you who are out there in Blogland feeling slightly overwhelmed by the pressures of blogging clever, beautiful, creative, productive, ever-so-interesting lives, every day or two. It’s funny to happen on this today, this morning, as last night I looked at the number of blogs I have coming in to my Reader, and put the feed on a diet, trimming the list by half — definitely getting rid of that decorator blog who is always putting pictures of other perfectionist decorators on her blog, with a chatty style that implies we just need to get with it a bit and that artist who artfully lays our her collections of old bias tape, rusty keys and pink erasers, one day at a time, sending the photo out into the world. I have this old junk, I think, why am I not doing the same artsy thing? You see how it goes.
So today, turn off the computer, and just make something.
2 thoughts on “Take Some Time”
There are things I am good at, things I’m not good at but am willing to work to improve on, and things I’m really not that good at and either not motivated or not capable of being much better. I will never wrap presents beautifully. I will never decorate cakes beautifully. I will never be good at much of anything 3-D, like flower arrangement.
One thing I am good at is not comparing myself to others. I do think the blog environment makes it easy to feel inadequate. One of my daughters is prone to that, feeling like a big failure because she can’t match up to a perfect life, as captured in a montage of the best moments of hundreds of other people. I’ve encouraged her to do the same as you say. Stop looking. Un-follow all those facebook pages, all those blogs, that leave her feeling defeated every morning.
Thanks. Good stuff to think about here.
What a fabulous idea to use re-runs 🙂 I just may have to steal that idea, LOL!!!