Navigating a System Overlaod
I’ll never forget the theme song for the cartoon The
Jetsons. I watched this cartoon series faithfully as I grew up. “Meet George
Jetson, His Boy Elroy, Daughter Judy, Jane… his wife,” the lyrics introduced
the main characters. Not mentioned in the song was their faithful dog Astro,
and Rosie the Robot, the family maid.
The 80s version cartoon I watched is just about 30 years old
so specific episode details are a bit vague. But I remember that Rosie, atleast
one on occasion, got overloaded. I don’t remember the exact details of the
episode, but I do recall Rosie starts acting out of character and ended up with
smoke coming out of her ears and is out of order.
I actually hadn’t thought about Rosie the Robot for years. Not
until yesterday. My Monday started like any typical day. I woke up. Changed
diapers. Dispensed milk into sippy cups while turning on the TV for the morning
cartoon sessions. I made myself some breakfast and coffee. Long after the
children had their breakfast, I finally sat down to enjoy mine.
Without any warning, The “To Do” List turned on in my brain.
While the mental list was still uploading information, the “Christmas Shopping
List” window of my brain also opened and started uploading information. Before
those were done loading, The Budget Lists, Thanksgiving Lists, and 3 other
pertinent lists popped up in my head. All of a sudden I was in planning / managing
overload. Before I could finish my cup of coffee, I was sitting at my kitchen
table almost hyperventilating about ALLTHETHINGSTHATNEEDTOGETDONE between now
and next spring.
I've gotten quite used to learning to “minimize” the windows
that run constantly in the desktop of my brain. Yet occasionally, they all seem
to open at one time. Without warning, I find myself reenacting a Rosie the Robot
moment where I mentally go berserk and end up feeling overloaded with smoke coming
out of my ears.
With some effort, I restrained the tears I wanted to give into. I took a deep breath, and I shifted my focus to that current day. I asked myself “What do I need to today?" I wrote a new list of things to do that only focused on Monday. Then I let go of all the rest. I let go of the worries. I stopped obsessing about the “How is it all going to get done?” questions. I remembered that I don’t have to do this on my own. I can ask for help. I can receive help. And the unanswered questions can be left in God’s hands. I reminded myself that at the end of the day, it would all work out.
With some effort, I restrained the tears I wanted to give into. I took a deep breath, and I shifted my focus to that current day. I asked myself “What do I need to today?" I wrote a new list of things to do that only focused on Monday. Then I let go of all the rest. I let go of the worries. I stopped obsessing about the “How is it all going to get done?” questions. I remembered that I don’t have to do this on my own. I can ask for help. I can receive help. And the unanswered questions can be left in God’s hands. I reminded myself that at the end of the day, it would all work out.
So I propose a change for us planners this year. When we're in danger of experiencing our next Rosie the Robot overload moment lets stop. Let's breathe. And let's refocus our energy to take things one day at a time. Taking things one day at a time won’t solve all our problems or answer our questions. But it may allow us to enjoy the day we are focusing on just a little more. And if nothing else, it may reduce the amount of smoke coming out of our ears.
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