Writers, Writing

‘Shoulding’ All Over Myself

I Really Should...Flickr.com by Sookie
I Really Should…Flickr.com by Sookie

I hate the word ‘should,’ but I use it on myself quite a bit.

I should be writing (working on my new manuscript).

I should be reading to improve my writing.

I should find a new book to read. (I did find this fun game to select a book, but twice it selected one I already read).

I should clean the house. I hate cleaning house.

‘Shoulding’ all over myself makes a mess.

Psychologist, Clayton Barbeau, came up with the term “shoulding yourself” to describe this cognitive distortion.

Yes, I feel distorted right about now.

Another psychologist, Albert Ellis, calls it “musterbation.” Yew!

Both say that we get into trouble ‘shoulding’ ourselves when it takes the form of an automatic thought, an abstract meaning an obligation to do something and if we don’t do it we are (or feel) wrong and guilty.

‘Shoulding’ ourselves is like nagging. We don’t need a spouse, or mother, to do this to us. It’s a  self-generated nag that makes us not want to do the task in question.

But there is something more sinister when we use ‘should,’ repeatedly, such as I am doing to myself today. Both psychologists say that the most frequent result of ‘shoulding’ ourselves is procrastination.

Yeah, the big P. That’s it in a nutshell. I’ve just been procrastinating all morning. I’ve been waiting to ‘feel’ like writing, because most of the time I feel like writing. Just not today.

‘Should’ is procrastination in disguise. I have to remind myself that not doing the ‘should’ is a choice. No one is going to suffer irreparable harm if I don’t write, read, or clean my house.

And the act of writing about this ‘shoulding’ and what I’m really doing has given me an epiphany- a light weight one-but one nonetheless: taking a step toward the ‘should,’ begins to propel you towards some sort of accomplishment.

So, I may not have worked on my manuscript, but I did do some writing today.

And that insight makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something.

So, now I’m going to go find my earbuds, the leash, and take my dog, Chip, out for a walk. Just because I want to do so.

Now go do something you want to do.

Inspiration, poetry, Travel, Writing

Five Ways Travel Inspires Writing

Terracotta tiles, soaring medieval towers, huge duomos, the lush landscapes of Florence, Siena, Cinque Terre, and the Tuscany area of Italy still fill my mind.

Only 414 steps to top for this view of Florence's Duomo
Only 414 steps to top for this view of Florence’s Duomo

Travel refreshes. It pushes the borders of one’s mind and taste buds out into new frontiers.

When my eyes took in the scenery in Italy I was inspired to write and share some photos with you.

The landscapes inspire. Green comes in hundreds of shades: the olive tree, broad grape leaves, deep green shutters against sunbaked yellow walls.

Architecture evokes time’s past and juxtaposes the present. Medieval towers with black iron gates, alabaster and pink marble churches, french gothic mixed with romanesque styles dating from the 1200’s, crumbling fortress walls with Smart-cars parked beneath.

Indigenous food. Fat ribbons of pastas, creamy cheeses, dense chocolate, velvety panna cotta with limoncello, berries that vibrate with color.

Foods of Siena, Italy. Pappardelle, Sformatino, Panna Cotta, berries
Foods of Siena, Italy. Pappardelle, Sformatino, Panna Cotta, berries

The everyday scenes. Gatti’s (cats) sunning, elderly ladies sweeping, the high shrill of horns honking, and the voices selling wares, “the best in…”

Gatti sunning in Monterosso, Cinque Terre, Italy
Gatti sunning in Monterosso, Cinque Terre, Italy

And I cannot forget the wine, especially the Brunello wine from the Abbadia Ardenga Winery. Mario, the 86 year-old owner was our host. His wife, our chef. You can read about him here.

Brunello of Montalcino, Italy.
Brunello of Montalcino, Italy.

Landscapes, architecture, food, everyday scenes,

and finding treasures like this poetry in San Gimignano are five ways travel inspired me to write today.

Poem to the migrants lost at sea, San Gimignano, Italy
Poem to the migrants lost at sea, San Gimignano, Italy
Dedication to Migrants-San Gimignano, Italy
Dedication to Migrants-San Gimignano, Italy