Don’t Be a Doozer — Slow Down!

Don’t Be a Doozer — Slow Down!

My husband and I were driving home from church a few weeks ago, cars zipping around us every which way. He looked at me and said, “Do you ever feel like we’re on the edge of something? Like life is moving too quickly in urban America and something is about to break?” I agreed with him a hundred percent.

Here’s the thing: We’re no ’fraidy cats. We can get in there and drag race with the best of them. However, that afternoon, we were doing 80 in a 65 mph zone, and people were flying by us. This is not uncommon in Atlanta — on any day of the week.

I’ve noticed the same tendency in myself. Like Captain Marvel, I want to go “higher, further, faster,” and as a result, I end up working too long and too hard, redeeming every moment of time I can get my hands on. An afternoon isn’t a time to relax; it’s a few spare hours when I can get ahead on something else. The cat won’t sit on my lap because he knows I’ll just get up again. I can’t even take a nap. My body just isn’t wired to do it any longer.

I know fatigue is a real issue for those of us with MS, but I don’t let it stop me. I just keep chugging along like a Doozer. Perhaps it’s because I don’t want to let MS dictate my life, or perhaps it’s because I feel like I need to get as much done as possible before MS does change the game. Either way, like Madeline Khan says in “Blazing Saddles,” “Let’s face it. I’m tired.”

So I just stopped.

I turned off social media — yes, all of it. I stopped watching TV (except for baseball). I’m writing this column and the occasional blog post for my personal site when the mood strikes, but I’m not compelling myself to use every spare second to craft something to send out for publication.

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While I still keep a calendar to make sure I don’t miss any appointments or tasks, I’ve put down the goal-setting planner I’ve been fastidiously (and sometimes maniacally) trying to complete. Basically, I get my work done around the house and I read. I’ve also decided to take up two small hobbies. One is growing veggies in pots on my back porch. If that works, I’ll transition to raised beds in the backyard.

Many studies have proved that gardening is beneficial for our mental health, and I’m already feeling some of those benefits. One rule I’ve set for myself is that time in the garden must be quiet time: no music, talking on the phone, or sharing the minutes with another task. When I’m there, I’m paying attention to the plants and to myself. I’m breathing and enjoying the beauty of spring. I’ve also applied this same rule to reading. No music, no chatter, just silence; the two of us needed to get comfortable with one another again. Wendell Berry would be proud, I think.

I’m also taking knitting classes. Yep, you read me right. There’s a local store that sells knitting and crocheting items and offers one-on-one classes for a small fee. I’m going to learn how to cast on and off and do all those cool stitches that make blankets and scarves and hats and gloves possible.

At first, it’ll be a new way to keep my hands and eyes at work learning a new skill, but I’m hoping that, in time, it will become meditative. My hands will begin to work on autopilot, freeing my mind to speak with God or simply to enjoy the peace and tranquility of the moment.

Toward the end of “Death Comes for the Archbishop,” by Willa Cather, a character called Eusabio comes to visit the ailing priest referenced in the book’s title. Rather than on horseback, he has traveled across the vast deserts of New Mexico by train. Concerning the journey, he says, “Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.” I can’t help but feel that’s happening to us. The faster we move, the less we question where we’re going and why.

I, for one, don’t want to get to the end of my days and realize I wasted them chasing something meaningless. I’m glad I took the time to reassess my life and make adjustments. It’s still hard to make myself sit down and just be, but I’m getting there. I’m becoming more humane toward myself — dare I say it, more human — every day.

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4 comments

  1. Tim Harder-Parry says:

    Thanks very much indeed. I have three “projects” that I think will tremendously affect my life, and how I live it. Having just read your wise words I think It’s about time I started them. My MS isn’t getting in the way- yet, and they’re in danger of becoming negative forces in my mind, if I don’t do anything about them soon.

    • Jamie Hughes says:

      Yes, Tim! That’s how I am. When things aren’t done, they just hang over my head and make me miserable. Get out there and get it done, my friend. And thanks for calling my words wise. That means a lot.

  2. Cynthia King says:

    I am the creative type. I am equal opportunity crafter. Give me an empty bag and I’ll make a wasp trap for you. Don’t sit still, I’ll hang fairy lights off you. However, my ideas come faster than my execution. There was a time when I would hit a few craft shows around the holidays mostly for the social interaction and recognition that I may be down, but I’m not out. But even this got to be too complicated, and finding someone to help once my kids bailed wasn’t worth the effort. So now I have inventory stashed around the house, under the bed or in the back of the closet. I’d like to try to sell it for parts, but husband says just throw it out. But it haunts me, this version of myself that I have to let go of. And that’s cool, I understand life is all about endings and beginnings. Having ms means sometimes you have to mourn yourself and who you used to be, but being used to it doesn’t make it go down any easier. Actually,as I start this process,between eBay and some garage sales I’ve moved some inventory and letting go of my old self isn’t as hard as I thought. I feel lighter, not weighed down by what might have been. So by the end of the summer, if I haven’t gotten rid of it I’ll take my hubby’s advice and cut my losses. Except for the yarn. I’m going to teach myself to crochet next.

    • Jamie Hughes says:

      I love this! Even in the trimming down, you’re still setting good goals. Go for it, Cynthia! As Stan Lee would say, “Excelsior!”

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