This is already a better day than the last couple: mostly because everybody slept, nobody projectile vomited anywhere and I wasn’t required to be an adult at 3am. I’m not capable or indeed competent without a decent night’s kip. Years of my experience as a mother is tainted by being fifteen minutes behind and two hours of sleep short. This morning, however, after a day when an amazing amount of shit just went well…
I have directly interacted with the World of Influencers this weekend. The experience there was, as predicted, very concerning. I have a mutual who’s a political blogger, and they firmly believe that there’s patterns in the miasma of Instagram subgroups and Twitter spheres. They use fandom as a foundation point to tie all this shit together and I am really beginning to ascribe to this as legitimate truth.
I do love me a bit of Austin, in whatever derivation you can present it: from Clueless to The Lizzie Bennet Diaries on YouTube (which I am dipping in and out of as the mood takes me) there’s so much depth to consider… but it is a story that’s been around for literally centuries, and I feel it’s probably not healthy to get perpetually hung up on the past, however attractive those situations might be.
There has to be a balance, ideally, in what gets heard and seen, and of late it has been far too easy to lose myself in chaos and uncertainty. I’ve also been historically very bad at absorbing new experiences at the detriment of everything else: it’s the obsessive in me that means that these things ultimately derail from a bigger plan. It’s great to be able to have time to be able to do more shit, but not at the expense of losing sight of a greater set of achievements.
My husband suggested yesterday that this might be the moment to stop putting in ‘junk miles’ on the bike and start making some real effort. Under certain circumstances this might have been the beginning of an objective disagreement, but he has a point. Not every experience has to be memorable, but not every exercise just has to be for the sake of the numbers. There is a balance that needs to be struck in everything.
Pushing the envelope takes effort, and thought, and is potentially fraught with disappointment. However, if all you ever do is enough, or is created as someone else’s idea of a beautiful moment, what do you ever learn from it? It is time to reset the timer again, clear the slates… and redefine the next month as a different direction. There are potentially some great projects coming up.
Let’s see if we can make some of them count.