It's Sunday, so that means it's Show and Tell time.
Since last Sunday, I've been pondering a comment I received to last week's Show and Tell post. In the post, I took a little walk down memory lane, and mentioned that I'm feeling a little restless. In response to my post, a commentor said in part:
"Make new memories with those you love now. Dwelling in the past has pleasure; just don't go back that far."
It made me think. At first, I wondered if I sounded unhappy (I'm not--just restless). The comment sounded like something of a warning. Truthfully, I adore my husband and my current life. Conversely, the time period I discussed in my post was a tumultuous point in my life, and the man I discussed in the post wasn't even someone I kissed, but rather a harmless flirtation.
The post made me really start thinking, though, about the author's encouragement to make new memories, and that in turn made me examine exactly why I'm so restless. While I've known for months that I'm restless, I hadn't really given much thought to why that is the case, and merely chalked it up to being very busy with various obligations. It hadn't actually occurred to me to dissect the underpinnings. But the comment sparked some much-needed introspection this week.
A good bit of the reason I'm restless, I think, is that I am always waiting for something. I am someone who wants to do everything perfectly, at the perfect time. I want my ducks in a row. But the end result of this is that I spend a lot of time thinking. . .and planning. . .and waiting. . .but not DOING. That is the problem.
So this week I started looking at all of the things that I've been meaning to do, eventually, "when the time is right." I was startled to realize that there are scads of things big and small.
Which brings us to my Show and Tell:
I've been wanting to grow this pumpkin for years, but I didn't want to spend the money on the seeds because it seemed like a waste of money (who NEEDS pumpkins?), or I was worried it wouldn't grow right in my soil, or I wanted to wait until my garden was a little bigger. . .The seeds are a couple of dollars. If they grow, they may make me ecstatic with how delicious and cool they are. If they don't, I'm out a couple of bucks, and I can stop thinking about them. How silly am I for waiting?
I'm going to try to do a couple of things every month that I've been "waiting for the right time" to do.
Don't underestimate the power of commenting.