Now that it’s Fall, I picked up my crochet work again for the first time since Spring. I’ve been working on a shawl/poncho in a really beautiful shade of Simply Soft Autumn Red for a while now, and it’s about half done.
Crochet is a nice distraction for me–something that takes my brain out of my normal ruts and drops it into a nice, alternative, perpendicular rut. It helps me when, like tonight, I feel sick to death of myself, of writing, of the web, of everything that I tend to overindulge in. (Interesting, then, that I can blog about this when I’ve had difficulty finishing blog posts lately. I’ve started about three posts in the last week, only to find myself two screen lengths in and nowhere close to a resolution. Apparently, I have a book in me that is attempting to come out when I blog. But I digress.)
We all need our distractions. Honestly, if we had to face our lives head on 24/7/365, we’d probably spontaneously combust.
But we can take distraction too far. Or let it take over without realizing it.
Usually, when I find myself overclocking distraction, it’s because there is something particularly heavy or intense that I’ve either just gone through, or I’m getting ready to deal with, or both (I often get sandwiched by intense, heavy situations, it seems.) What starts out as probably a good thing (resting my brain on lighter, fluffier fare) ends up making me feel like I’ve eaten too much carnival food. Slightly nauseated.
I suppose I’m fortunate that for the most part, my distractions have been relatively non-self-destructive. The consequences of overindulging in television shows, movies, comic books and web sites, when compared with say, crystal meth or alcohol, are fairly light. But they’re not harmless, either. My relationships suffer when my head gets stuck in imaginary worlds and refuses to come out.
So I think that it’s time for a little “time out”–and some quality time spent in actual reality.