Sometimes you stop and wonder “how the fuck did I get here?” What exhaustible series of decisions and actions led me to be exactly here, right now? “What happened?”
Sometimes you think “it’s so bloody unfair”. “Why is this happening to me?” “Why can’t I have/do/be X, Y, Z?”
Sometimes it’s like you were just driving along, doing your thing, working at your job, going to the supermarket, washing the dishes, paying your bills and not even thinking about what you were doing and then BAM! You wake up for a second and go “what the fuck is all this?”.
Not that thinking or over-thinking or not thinking is necessarily bad. We all vassilate between them. But occasionally, as I am prone to, we over-analyse our lives. We end up tying ourselves in knots. Trying to pull apart a big tangled ball of wool, grasping at strands and trying to make some sense and order out of it. While self-reflection and analysis can be a good thing, one of the best pieces of advice I ever got was recently from a dear work colleague and friend, who was given it by his father, sadly passed away.
“Sometimes you’ve just got to put the ball of wool down. Things will work out one way or another. Maybe not the way you hoped, but they will.”
And so I try to put the ball down and not play with it or stress over it all the time. Because sometimes you can overdo it and find yourself in a worse tangle.
This has pretty much nothing to do with the link I am about to post really, but it is quite an amazing speech, courtesy of darling Kate, made by US essayist and novelist David Foster Wallace.
Not only should we try to put the ball of wool down sometimes and stop trying to make everything work out exactly as we want and plan and think we need, but we need to remember that we are all swimming along. That there is more to life that just our problems and difficulties and inadequacies. We are all in the soup. Keep swimming. This is water.