My psychologist tells me I tend to overanalyze things. She is not the first loved-one to do this.
I finally asked her, “Do you mean compared to other people?”
This surprised me. What do others do during the quiet stretches of mental solitude? What do people talk about?
Years ago I might have taken Carole’s comment as a badge of honor, but not anymore.
Overanalyzing doesn’t lead to answers, it leads to the illusion of answers. It’s like stirring a pot of beans and expecting them to become something other than beans. They only become more mushy.
Analysis has it’s benefits. It gives us space and time to empathize, strategize, and creativit-ize.
But analysis is also an excuse for inertia. Analyze instead of act.
Or a way to feel an [often false] sense of control over current situations or outcomes that don’t yet exist and may never come to be.
I forgot to write a blog post last week. Since October, I’ve written at least one weekly, but suddenly–poof— the habit disappeared. Realizing this, I began to catastrophize:
“What’s going on with me? How could I forget? Where is my mind? Do I still care? Am I losing heart? Am I letting love distract me too much? Am I weak? Emotionally detached? Hiding from myself?”
These thoughts have been visiting me now for five days. I finally sat down to write about it, and lookie here, I’m writing a post. I’m not coming apart at the seams.
Failing to do something I love didn’t mean I don’t love it anymore.
In fact, maybe last week’s issue was that my family was visiting while I was simultaneously preparing for an open-ended trip to Asia and Africa that would last at least two months.
Maybe it was just that.
Analysis often has little to do with the plans life actually has in store. But the living continues.
I’m going to just try to live.
On that note, what do you think about most of the time? I have a feeling a lot of my readers are fellow over-analyzers. But what else? How do you deal? Leave a comment!
photocred: photopin.com & my friend in Bali