How Do You Know When You’ve Spread Yourself Too Thin?

10 03 2011

When things start falling apart. Purveyors of conventional wisdom might say. I might say. Modern tech-savy yogic zen caffeinated Audi-affiliated professionals all might say. (But it is beyond this blog to guess what they might say. That should be a blog to itself, though I don’t think it’d be worth more than a few laughs and some awful truths.)

So how do you tell when things are falling apart, when they were so tenuous to begin with? You can’t pay your rent. Credit cards. Gas! Shit, who can pay for gas these days, other than petroleum execs? They’re a mighty incestuous bunch.

So you’re saying it’s relative. Okay. The all-inclusive, water-muddying relative. Reminded of a Chris Rock bit, I have to chuckle: If Bill Gates woke up with Oprah’s money, he’d jump out a f’n window. Safe to say, for most of us having Oprah’s money would be considered neither too thin nor falling apart.

The funny thing (and not unrelated, you’ll see) is, I am currently unemployed. Just for a couple weeks. It’s nothing to worry about, the number one hazard of a freelance occupation. So, I’d have to work real hard to spread myself too thin. It’s possible. In this time I have been cultivating two blogs, a yoga practice, a twice-daily meditation ritual, a novel, an album, an obsession with reading (real books and on my iPad), a sure-fire beach bicycle route, a lasting relationship with a canine, and a love of grilling artichokes. It’s phenomenal. It’s akin to truly living a dream. If only the amount in my savings account would go up, not down. I should really add some sound mixing to the list, not least of all for my mental health.

The record shall speak for itself.