Spontaneity is not my most practiced trait.
I’m an overthinker and overanalyzer. I don’t get excited about the suggestion of nearly anything until I’ve had time to mill it over in my head several times, and then several more times until I’m finally able to come to the conclusion that yes, that particular suggestion does, or perhaps does not, sound like a good idea.
(Ain’t that the truth…(weheartit))
Half the time I overthink so much that I just end up talking myself out of stuff. Even the simple stuff. Even the fun stuff. Even something as great as going to the beach.
My friend wanted to go to the beach yesterday. I didn’t smile, get giddy or jump for joy at the suggestion. Instead, I groaned (it was over text message so she was spared the extent of my humming and hawing).
My mind was on overdrive: “But it’s so far. And I’m tired of driving. And gas is expensive. And that’s a long day. And it’s only supposed to be “mainly sunny.” And I don’t feel like sitting around all day. And what if the water’s cold. And I’m not digging the idea of wearing a bathing suit in *gasp* PUBLIC”
(I’m not that whiney all the time, I swear).
After voicing a few of my “concerns” to my friend and her saying we could just do it another time (clearly annoyed and disappointed), I sat for a second, calmed my thoughts and said to myself – “Wait a second. What is wrong with you? You’re getting stressed out about the idea of going to the BEACH? You have absolutely nothing to do tomorrow, you haven’t been to the beach in ages and you have zero real reason not to want to go. SMARTEN UP.”
So I texted her back: “Alright screw it. Let’s go.”
It took a good swift self-kick in the bum to realize I was being ridiculous. It’s okay to break out of the everyday routine. In fact, it’s GREAT to break out of the everyday routine. Thinking and planning are smart and handy tools to have, but as such, too much of anything can be dangerous. And my overthinking as of late has been dangerous to my abilities for spontaneity and fun.
So I went to the darn beach.
The drive flew by.
The tunes were bumpin’.
The beach was nice and quiet.
The skies were overcast but it was prime for tanning without being a sweaty, sticky mess (Though clouds definitely don’t keep you from burning. I’m a bit of a lobster. On one side only. Prostar tanner I am not).
The kiddy swirl cones dipped in toasted coconut we picked up along the strip were creamy, melting bliss.
And the day was simple, fun, and of course worth the trip. It gets two big ice cream cones up.
It’s about time to put the overthinking on hold. Because:
…when you’re willing to let it be.
Do you tend to overthink and over-plan before making decisions (of any calibre) or do you jump head first into whatever comes your way?
I’m going to work on becoming more of a YES Man. Life’s much more exciting with a little impromptu adventure thrown in.