The Never Ending Story

For those of you wondering if this is about the movie--it's not.  Today I want to simply let go of a few things.

For weeks now, I've been looking at articles, pictures, YouTube videos, and pretty much scraping up all the various information and knowledge that other people have been kind enough to share with me.  I've been thrilled when something I write inspires someone else to respond to what I've done, and I've despaired when I find that no one has responded to something I've said.  But most of all, I've been looking at a lot of things that have been created and falling under an avalanche of despair.

How does anyone keep up with everything--or anything--these days?  There is more information being produced in one day than can ever be known by anyone--more discoveries, more new creations, and more stories than we could ever possibly have the time to read.  This last reminds me that John has a long list of things waiting that he'd like for me to read, and I keep finding new things to read all the time.  And let's not even begin with all the articles that I have saved to "read later"--but I have no idea when that later will be, or if it will ever be.  And by the time I get to it, how relevant is it really going to be anyway?

So today, I'm feeling overwhelmed by the never-ending story of humanity.  There are things happening that I don't even find out about until after they happen--such as a debate last night between a creationist and Bill Nye.  And before you ask--no.  I haven't had a chance to look at it.  I have, probably, thirty tabs open right now in my browser, and I still have to go do some laundry, go to the store, and work out this evening.  And tomorrow there are people coming over; so, I have to clean, head out to the store again (probably), and get everything ready.  And then next week I'm leaving on vacation--and I haven't even started packing or trying to figure out what I'm going to take with me.

Oh, and by the way, every day until then, I need to be writing a blog post which takes me anywhere between two and six hours.

How does anyone get anything done?  How?

The house is a wreck; I haven't watered the plants in days, and it takes me so much longer to read and digest things (partly because of my eyesight, but also because I have to work really hard to make sure that what I post here is accurate--which means making sure that I have at least a passing understanding of the things I'm trying to talk about so that I don't sound like a complete idiot.)

I know I should just take a moment and breathe, ...but in the one minute that I'm doing that, something won't get done today.  And I really don't want to sacrifice anything.  But of course I should have priorities--and I do.  It's just frustrating knowing how much isn't getting done today--how little time I have--how much time is passing even as I sit here composing this blog about how there isn't enough time to do everything I want.

How does anyone stand it?  How does anyone manage not to despair?

Life, to me, today, just seems like a terrible lie--pretending that we are happy with the way things are when really, we want so much more than we can ever have.

So that's today for me--despairing under the avalanche of having too many things that need to be done in order to get to the things that I really want to be doing.  But I guess that's just the way things are.

And the story goes on.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better.  I'll probably be posting late, though--cleaning the house and all for guests.

Yay.....