So the long weekend is over, and rather than feeling relaxed and refreshed the way 3 days off with no obligations should make you feel, instead, I feel sad and unaccomplished.
My weekend routine, long weekend or regular, is often the same. I usually get up before F, put on a pot of coffee and sit at my computer while trying to keep the peace between the cats (one cat in particular) and the dogs, so as not to interrupt my slumbering boyfriend.
Sometimes I play games, but often I end up on Pinterest or Facebook… and the ambition/failure plans for the weekend begin.
I’ve read the articles before about how Facebook and Pinterest are time and soul sucking voids that set you up to fail. I believe every single one of them. For me, they pile on the projects and life changes that will make my life perfectly happy and totally exciting. So on the weekend, instead of turning off and tuning out the way I should, I feel like I have to hurry up and squeeze everything I possibly can out of those 48 hours.
My Facebook barely shows the lives of friends anymore. It’s worse. It’s mostly blogs and sites that I follow, often giving me some form of self-help through articles and pictures. (There are also many videos/pictures of cats, but we won’t pick on those.)
And Pinterest, the “ultimate to do list”, is filled with pretty and perfect everything. Pinterest shows me all the beautiful people, food, places that I can be, eat and go to. It fails to convey that the “pin” is only the first step, and I believe many people never make it beyond that first step anyway.
Then the true failure begins. I get these overblown ideas of everything I can accomplish to make my life better/prettier/happier… and then I just end up miserable when most of it doesn’t happen. Facebook and Pinterest set you up for the ultimate lunch-bag-let-down. Because when I try (and often fail, as most people do when learning something new) instead of getting back up and trying again, I give up and instead feel like I wasted a weekend. When the meal isn’t as beautiful or as delicious as I expected it would be; when I realize the saw I bought can’t cut quite deep enough to complete the project; or when I just didn’t get as much done as I wanted to in general, I sulk and become a miserable bitch because reality sets in that my weekend didn’t make life perfect. It’s also worse, because I didn’t relax either. And thanks to things always having the potential to be “better”, perfect really doesn’t actually exist.
I accomplish a lot in general, and most people who know me know that I don’t sit around for long without some sort of itch. My house is often cleaner than it should be, I cook more often and with fresher ingredients than most people, and I’m very good at being a “busy” person. And that’s sometimes makes me miserable. I don’t know how to cook in a messy kitchen. I don’t think I’m beautiful because I don’t look like a model. I don’t know how to enjoy sex when the sheets are dirty. I don’t know how to see the flowers when there are weeds. The reality that immediate gratification isn’t always possible, and that in turn, the rewards of sweat and real effort are so much sweeter anyway, isn’t something I tend to keep in mind.
I recently watched the Ted talk with Carl Honore, “In Praise of Slowness” (he authored a popular book on the subject). I think it’s time for me to slow down. Pick one project at a time. Don’t let my weekly to do board go beyond the 5 spots. It’s time to learn how to enjoy the mess that is life, because we aren’t here for very long. Being the master of doing what you feel like (and not doing what you feel you should be doing) is a key to my happiness, I think. Taking my time completing one big, slightly imperfect, yet meaningful project over time is something I will remember a lot more than anything I ever pinned. Spending the rest of time soaking up life, and not feeling guilty about every other project I didn’t complete or even get to, could be the key to relaxation and happiness.
Should I pin this? 😉