Something I always seem to forget to do is defrag my computer. Inevitably my writing tool, researching buddy, and photo storage container ends up slowing down to a subpar pace and I realize yet again that it has been over a year since I defragged it. As the portal to a vast amount of interesting and unmerciful amounts of information in what has been coined the information age, it’s no wonder that every so often my hard drive needs a half an hour to itself in order to take a breath, sift through and categorize the piles of information, prioritize which information contains nuggets to be used later versus which to recycle, and then move these piles of useful information into other piles of useful information in an easily accessible format. Then with the empty space created, the hard drive can breathe in the moment and allow some creativity to flow through.
Wait…I am talking about myself now. Information is coming at me from all angles: mail, blogs, email, people, newspaper, magazines, books, etc. I am diligent and have attained an eagle’s eye for immediately sorting through 90% of the information in order to set aside the 10% of useful nuggets that I see a future with (be they saved as favorites on my internet explorer, or literal ripped out pages from magazines and bookmarked books). These piles amass, and eventually are moved into the larger conglomerate piles such as the magazine rack on my wall in my office, or the labeled folders in my favorites. And then from these larger piles, I sift through once more, choosing a few to pursue each week and research, process, and write about.
In the meantime, while taking this moment to breathe, read, think, and explore, more information is constantly coming through. If it is not sorted and sifted and amassed into a useable pile versus the recycle bin, then a backlog is created (namely the coffee table and the overfilled email box). This ‘backlog’, if left to its own devices, has a way of ruling over me. I can be such an organizer and processor that it sometimes comes to pass that I am merely organizing a backlog, for the sake of organizing the backlog. Perhaps this is why my husband jokes with me that I have a two year waiting list for reading new books (honestly, I’ve had a few books on my shelf from four years ago!).
I feel like my pores are clogged, my brain is a bit muddled, and my piles are just too big. I am not jumping off the deep end or choosing the life of a hermit (admittedly I have fantasized about this for years). However, if you are reading this then Paul and I have embarked on a two-week journey. We have carved this time out of our daily lives to spend together, to spend with some family, and to just defrag. I will have limited, if any, access to the internet (don’t worry—I have pre-scheduled posts for my normal posting times on Mondays and Wednesdays). I am hoping this downtown and defragging against a gorgeous backdrop (photos to come!) will be just the thing to help me return to our lovely lives and prioritize my piles without remorse.
Until then, please continue to read and I’ll see you on the other side!