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I Am Not a Tigger

I bounce a lot. But unlike Tigger, it is not a source of joy and exuberance but one of increasing insanity.

Years ago, I used to point out to my husband that women were much better multi-taskers than men. Not only did he not appreciate my air of superiority, he also believed multi-tasking to be the devil. What?! Well, it turns out that my husband was on the cutting edge of being a know-it-all. Studies now show that multi-tasking is actually counterproductive. And at this point in my life, I absolutely agree. There’s just one problem: my brain bounces whether I want it to or not.

I suspect I am not alone.

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I work a flex schedule, and it is a blessing in many ways. It allows me to work at my job, take care of our home and kid, as well as be an on-call daughter to an aging mother. (Disclaimer: I am NOT implying that someone who has a full-time-at-the-office job cannot do these things. Relax. I’m merely pointing out that, for me, flex time enables me to, well, have a FLEXIBLE SCHEDULE.) But a flex schedule also enables bouncing, bouncing, bouncing.

I feel like I’m in a pinball machine, only Pinball Wizard I am not. Bouncing is wearing me down and adding to my crazy. Maybe at this point you’re asking, “What the heck is she talking about??” By bouncing I mean that I as I plan my day with the highest of hopes, the result is that I have worked all day but don’t really know what I’ve accomplished.

For example, as I have sat down to write this post, I have stopped to make three doctors calls, update my calendar, remembered to pay some bills, put another load of laundry in, let the dogs out, tried to figure out what’s for dinner, open the mail (from Saturday. Saturday’s bouncing did not include mail opening, apparently), and written 17 notes to myself (give or take). And this is just the bouncing I remember.

Unlike the “real” Tigger, my Tigger looks and feels like a chewed up dog toy.
Unlike the “real” Tigger, my Tigger looks and feels like a chewed up dog toy.

Yes, I know I should shut out distractions. But easier said than done. I love when I “get in the zone,” but the older I get, the rarer it seems. I think the focusing part of my brain is atrophying. I need a personal trainer to work away the flab. “Give me 20 more deep thoughts! Come on! You can do it! Focus! Focus! Focus!”

I’m not sure how to get out of my bounce-a-lot world, but I do know it’s in my best interest. Though maybe bouncing will be a good attribute when I finally make it to my padded room. Either that, or I have to buy a rubber suit so that as I bounce away, I’m at least getting better spring action.

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Writer. Blogger. Storyteller. Juggle Struggler. Cynical Optimist. Work in progress.

10 thoughts on “I Am Not a Tigger

  1. Yes, bouncing isn’t always a good thing…
    But I think it might be possible to train oneself to stick to one task at a time, in case you feel that would be a solution?

  2. I find that I’m easily distracted – so I rarely get done what I originally planned to do. For me, it’s probably more like rolling or meandering, rather than bouncing, since I’m obviously not as young and energetic as you.

  3. Just know that in the Tigger Song, “bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy” is followed by “FUN, FUN, FUN, FUN, FUN!” (which you are) and then its ends with “the most wonderful things about Tiggers is I’m the ONLY ONE.” Bounce away, my friend. I believe the clarity is well beyond the crazy:)

  4. Tiggers and mouses and middle aged women, oh my!

    I think the fact that we recognize our bouncy tendencies
    shows that we have achieved a level of self-actualization
    that may allow us to conquer multitaskitis : ) : ) : )

    I guess we aren’t “the only ones,” after all!

    xo Suzanne

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