I always have the best intentions when I buy a newspaper, book or magazine – ‘yes, of course I’ll read that one evening this week’. Well, why then is there a pile of magazines and newspapers in my living room dating back to 2003? Because information accumulates too fast and I have the attention span of a gnat.
It’s comical (but downright tragic when pre-menstrual – “I suck, I’m dumb, everyone knows it”) how I continue to imagine myself some superhuman capable of keeping up with everything I’ve ever had the slightest interest in. Maybe it’s my secret renaissance woman trying to escape – best case scenario. Simply put, I am overwhelmed with the need to know this and that and then suddenly there’s a new this and that which trumps the first this and that and before you know it I don’t even know exactly what it was I was interested in reading in the first place.
My vow: slow and steady, tackle the pile before moving on to anything new.