Thu, 12 Nov 2009 1:57p.m.
Lately I have been amazing myself with my mental capabilities.
You see I have always been a rather good multi-tasker. I think most women generally are.
But what has been amazing me lately is the true extent of my mental multitasking abilities.
I am able to have about 10 or more legitimate ongoing conversations with myself simultaneously. Generally at least 7 of them are wedding related. It really is amazing, how seemingly effortless it is to have this many conversations going on endlessly.
It’s like the bloody London underground up in here.
Sometimes I switch lines, sometimes the conversation is delayed or put on hold as a more urgent one presents itself. And yes sometimes there are fatalities on the line. And some trains of thought never quite make home.
Now all of this may seem like a rather modest discovery to you, you’re probably thinking “duh who doesn’t!?” (especially all you women) And I would have most likely thought the same or more accurately never consciously realised I did this until I tried to make it stop.
You see I, in my lame and somewhat sporadic attempts to ‘beat the bulge’ have been going to Yoga- which was a never-seen-before thing that I left up to my super yoga freak friend.
But I bit the bullet, and went and after wanting to die for the first 20mintues I then subsequently fell in love, right there and then in that first class. Perhaps it was the fact they you get to lie down, with a blanket underneath your head and covering you and you listen to a rhythmic voice putting you to sleep, I mean into relaxation. Now this was all news to me- but GREAT news! What other types of the ‘evil exercise’ gets you to lie down and have a rest for 15mins at the end?!
This was also the scene of my discovery- I was confronted with all of my 11 underground lines, 275 stations and numerous trains…
Because part of this ‘relaxation’ was getting it all to stop. YES STOP. Silence. Nothing. All trains grounded to a halt. But not in my head!
It was absolutely impossible to shut anything up and it dawned on me that I could not remember the last time that I had!
It was a very strange feeling knowing that there was not one moment of silence inside myself, but also realising alarmingly that now I just had to have it.
You’ll be pleased to know I am going back more and more often now, if only to get those few moments when those damn trains stop. And it is working slowly but surely there are long moments of my silence!
I bet FH really wishes he’d believed me when I said he should come too.