{"id":1156,"date":"2010-12-05T07:26:04","date_gmt":"2010-12-05T14:26:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=1156"},"modified":"2010-12-05T07:26:04","modified_gmt":"2010-12-05T14:26:04","slug":"let-go-reverb-10-day-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=1156","title":{"rendered":"Let Go (Reverb 10, Day 5)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"\u00e2\u20ac\u009dhttp:\/\/www.reverb10.com\u00e2\u20ac\u009d\" target=\"\u00e2\u20ac\u009d_blank\u00e2\u20ac\u009d\"> <\/a><\/p>\n<p>Today&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.reverb10.com\/the-prompts\/\">prompt<\/a>:  <em>What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The incessant question in every overworked person&#8217;s mind is &#8220;What can I leave behind?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a title=\"IMG_0366 by Sharon Gerald, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/sgerald\/5069710577\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4128\/5069710577_d579f7d0b2.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_0366\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve tried to leave some things behind this year, to let some responsibilities go so as to salvage a little of my own sanity.  I&#8217;m not sure I&#8217;ve been very successful.  I&#8217;m not sure I have let anything go.  I have abandoned projects midstream, and I have left people waiting for responses from me, but &#8220;let go&#8221; isn&#8217;t the term for this, not in any positive sense of the term.  What I&#8217;ve done is struggle.<\/p>\n<p>What I&#8217;d like to let go is my own idea that I have to be all things to all people.<\/p>\n<p>What I&#8217;d like to let go is a big chunk of my overload work.<\/p>\n<p>What I&#8217;d like to let go is my own frustration at not being able to tie all of the threads together.<\/p>\n<p>It wouldn&#8217;t hurt if I let go of a few more pounds along the way.<\/p>\n<p>I haven&#8217;t been successful at any of this.  I&#8217;ve been anxiety-ridden.  I&#8217;ve hit my own limits, and I feel there&#8217;s nothing I can do.  The economy is bad.  I have no choice but to take what work I can get even if it is too much.  I could, of course, make life easier on myself by not blogging, not taking on projects, and not getting involved with groups and people and expectations.  I could become the kind of person who just goes home and watches <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nbc.com\/americas-got-talent\/\">America&#8217;s Got Talent<\/a> at the end of the day.<\/p>\n<p>That isn&#8217;t me, though.  It isn&#8217;t who I want to be.  Thus, we&#8217;ve hit the conundrum faced by addicts everywhere.  The one thing that could lighten my load is the one thing I don&#8217;t want to give up.  In this case, it&#8217;s my own mental drive.  Even when it exhausts itself, abuses itself, and drives itself to the point of despair, I have to have it to cope.  Maybe my mental drive is nothing more than a hamster running on a wheel, but it is mine, and I will spin it and spin it until it kills me if I want to.<\/p>\n<p>I can possibly channel my addiction to mental stimulation in healthier ways, however.  I can learn macrobiotics and yoga.  I can set more realistic goals.  I can teach myself not to make promises I can&#8217;t keep.  I can ease up on if not let go of my inner urge to prove myself.<\/p>\n<p>At least it is pretty to think so this morning.<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday, my friend said I needed more turtle in my post.  Here we go.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a title=\"IMG_3582 by Sharon Gerald, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/sgerald\/4461094214\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4029\/4461094214_8ca3644c39.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_3582\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m probably not ever going to be the turtle who lines up in a row with everyone else, but even the turtle who picks his own path knows to take it slow.  I&#8217;ll get there when I get there, and so will you, my friend.  Until then, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.the-funneled-web.com\/Hawking.htm\">it&#8217;s turtles all the way down<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today&#8217;s prompt: What (or whom) did you let go of<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1156","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-reflecting"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1156","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1156"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1156\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1156"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1156"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1156"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}