I recently heard someone say they need time in their head and they aren’t sure that would be possible if they were a parent. Never having had children, I can’t be sure, but I’m thinking if you want kids you have them and like all else in life you figure it out as you go. But that’s not the part of what they said that interested me.
I immediately thought: I’m like that too — I am always in my head! I also could identify right away that I am there too much. Someone who isn’t in their noggin a lot probably wouldn’t have a blog about their life. And then: Someone not in their cranium very often may have handled vision loss better than I.
I analyze EVERYTHING. Then when I’m done, I scrutinize once again. It served me well when I was working in corporate America but maybe not so much in my current situation. Taking things with a grain of salt isn’t easy when you want to know the amount of granules and their individual sizes and where they came from and did they have a family.
Gosh, that sounds exhausting. No wonder I’m always tired.
I have always envied people who don’t over-think everything and I have imagined how different my life would be if “dancing through life” was my modus operandi. It sure seems as though things would be so much less difficult. But Socrates said the unexamined life is not worth living and my gut and not my head (for a change) is telling me he’s right.
In that last paragraph I referenced the Broadway musical Wicked and Socrates. That can only happens as a result of a good amount of contemplation which proves my point.
I’d like to think I could change and learn to ease up on all the deliberating but in order for that to happen, I’d have to mull it over. Just like Ancient Greece theater in Socrates’ day, this is both a comedy and a tragedy.
