TMI! It’s Killing My Mama Mojo

Self-help books
Non-fiction = unread; self-help books, business books, parenting books, financial planning books, leadership books…only TWO have been read cover-to-cover

I am a DIYer to my core. I contend that is why I’m also a self-help junkie. I mean, self-diagnosis of medical ailments and mental health issues is really just hardcore, base-level DIYing, right? I love to learn and I love to read, but I have ADHD and a four-year-old kid, so non-fiction books are not for me (including, in a cruel trick of nature, books written to help people with ADHD).

So, you won’t find me trolling the self-help section at Barnes & Noble or Amazon, laying out cold hard cash for heavy tomes filled with sage advice.

Instead, I revel in our society of instant gratification and minimal commitment by voraciously consuming information in the form of articles and blogs and, of course, the WebMD app. There are so many people on this planet who are smarter than me, and thanks to technology, I can tap into their brilliance and be educated and motivated any time of the day or night, from anywhere I have internet access (assuming, of course, that I remember to pay my phone bill). It’s incredibly empowering, and sometimes intimidating. I mean, there are really SO MANY people who are smarter than me!

I talk to people and I read and I research and I self-diagnose and I armchair psychoanalyze – a lot – in a quest best characterized by my plea to a new therapist: “It’s too late for me, but please help me not screw up my daughter.” And then I continue to do the same thing every single day. And I continue to beat myself up for not doing things differently, for not doing them better, for not being the mom my daughter deserves. I remember telling our amazing babysitter that my daughter is finally getting the mom I wish I could be. I don’t want to feel like that anymore.

Upon further analysis, I have determined that I do this because, after researching and assessing and calculating and planning and worrying, I just don’t have the energy or focus to make a different choice. I have reached a state of analysis paralysis. I continue taking in all this valuable data, but I never act on it because I am overwhelmed and burned out before I even start. Without conscious thought, I take the path of least resistance, the well-worn route that I’ve been trudging every day. Sleepwalking as I am, I don’t even realize when I’m faced with a chance to take a detour.

Wine bottle with no corkscrew
Clearly, drinking is not the right choice since I’m woefully unprepared. I don’t even own a corkscrew!

As I see it, at this point, I have two choices: A) MORE or B) LESS. I can lighten up and relax by taking up drinking (option A). Or I can free myself from this energy-sapping stress by doing LESS, consuming LESS, worrying LESS, expecting LESS. Since I am naturally a bit lazy, I’m opting for B) LESS.

I’m going to quiet the noise by minimizing the input; I’m going to close the 23 open tabs in my browser with articles waiting to be read. Before bed, I’m going to put down my phone and pick up a real book or a hobby.

Instead of trying to add to my knowledge base, I’ll focus on putting into practice what I’ve already learned. I have a few go-to resources for cheerleading and back-patting that I’ll continue to rely on, but I’m going to curb by searching for new gurus and their possibly life-altering counsel. I’m going to minimize stress and disappointment by lowering my expectations for what I could/should/would be doing if life was postcard-perfect and I was a June Cleaver/Lorelai Gilmore hybrid.

I’m choosing quality over quantity and I’m trusting my gurus who assure me that LESS does indeed lead to MORE.

However, since I am a bit of an over-preparer, I might grab a couple bottles of wine (and a corkscrew)…just to be safe.

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Born and raised in Lancaster, PA, Tracy first arrived in Oklahoma in 2002 determined to relocate immediately after graduation from OU. Instead Oklahoma City stole her heart and it wasn’t until 9 years (and 2 schools) later that she relinquished her OK driver’s license to be closer to family after her daughter Giuliana was born. Though she cherished the time spent with her big, crazy family, OKC had never released its hold on her. Encouraged by her supportive and adventurous partner Adam, the family relocated in early 2015 and Tracy is now happily exploring “the city” through the eyes of a mom and loves introducing Adam and Giuli to her favorite places from her young and carefree single days! Her not-so-secret superpowers are dreaming big, starting projects, being the world’s most unorganized neat freak, loving the heck out of people and dogs, and turning her daughter into a (smarter, cuter) clone of herself.


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