Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Writing class: essay on obsession

I'm taking an online writing class and have decided to post some of the exercises here, in case anyone is interested. The first assignment was to write about an obsession (non-fiction).

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I’m obsessed with planning: planning home improvement projects, planning which route to drive, planning what to take on a trip, planning my work schedule years ahead when my kids are in school. I plan the hours of my afternoon, the weekends of the summer and the decades of my life.

If I’m feeling overwhelmed, I relax by clicking through my online calendar week by week, marveling at how quickly time passes—how soon it will be summer, how short that season will be, how quickly Christmas follows. I create repeating events in the calendar with yoga classes I would like to attend or bike rides or regular dinner parties in order to catch up with all the friends I’d like to see. Sliding into this world feels juicy and indulgent, like viewing porn when I’m supposed to be working or dabbling with a drug to which I used to be addicted, ignoring the consequences for a quick fix.

If that sounds like living in the moment, it’s important to note that it’s exactly the opposite. Planning is a way to escape the present; it’s easier to hope for perfection tomorrow than to deal with the disappointments of today. Buddhist philosophy regards planning as a futile struggle against suffering—if we plan exactly how events will unfold, we are trying to control exactly what happens to us. But of course the world is not in our control: reading restaurants reviews could help us find a decent dinner but our meal might not be perfect, taking our own coffee on a trip might make for a satisfying cup but says nothing of the rest of the day, doing prenatal testing doesn’t guarantee we won’t have a child with a developmental problem.

I don’t want to spend all my time waiting for the future only to find, at the end of my life, that I missed it all. I want to appreciate what I’m actually doing, however imperfect it may be, because the present is in full color compared to the charcoal sketches of the future or snapshots remembered from the past. So I try to control my planning urge, blocking myself from scheduling too far in advance or too trivial of events or happenings over which I have no control.

There are certain things I let myself plan for. Months before a big trip, I search for the one pair of shoes that will allow me to walk comfortably, look fashionable-enough in cities and go with jeans or a skirt. It takes time and thought to find these and the early effort is worth not having to pack a second pair of shoes. But there are other things I’ve learned are useless to plan for: during my first pregnancy I tried to guess what I would need but it all changed once there were living human beings with their unique tastes and once I understood what it was really like to deal with babies.

So planning, like so many things, comes down to moderation and examination. Is the planning necessary? Is it useful? Or is it just me not being happy with what I have at the moment? A rough schedule for a long day at home with toddlers can introduce the necessary variety to make the time enjoyable to everyone but trying to force them to do everything I might have wanted becomes tortuous to all of us. And so it goes as all the days pass into years and the years become my life.

3 comments:

Wren Gradey said...

D! This is really strong. I was very compelled by reading this.

You got at a gutty theme - a human existence theme that anyone who is paying attention to being alive (with all the exotic and fascinating neurosis that come from being aware of our own existing) can respond to.

Me likey likey!!

Wren Gradey said...

read it again this morning - same strong response. first four paragraphs are just completely compelling. like a Linkin Park song.

rd

Klew said...

hm, checked your blog on a whim...glad I did. You didn't tell me you had more up! Agree w/Wren--very strong.

I was (obviously) immediately intrigued by the title.

It struck me as all very meta. This is a compliment! It's like obsessing about obsessing about planning your planning.

It's one of the easiest pieces on this blog to read, to kind of just breeze through like a conversation or a journal entry, which is how it reads and I love that.

I'm interested that you see this obsessive trait as a comfort somehow, a harmless indulgence that gives you perspective and understanding and enlightenment. Would that we were all so lucky. But it certainly leaves me wondering where the pain is. I mean, if it really is an obsession, there's uneasiness or damage there, somewhere. That kind of goes unaddressed. (Or maybe that's me being partial.)