Overthinking

Everything 's fine darl, he said, you're just focusing on it too much. Common sense tumbling from the lips of Mr Mofo as I was having another unnecessary conniption about my car from the passenger seat. Without the focus solo driving requires, I had dubiously diverted brainspace to excessive (and unnecessary) analysis of something that in truth I know bugger all about.And you could say, for many of us, this is the story of Eclipsia so far.I have seen my inbox, my feed (and yes my sweet addled self at times too) spending way too much time dwelling on disaster or spewing criticism, instead of running our own race. It is tragically easier to point the bone than peer within and act from there.This unhelpfully tethers us to the dramarama inherent in overthinking, where eleventy million hypotheticals collude with the sleeping bears in our heads. It makes for panic stations, solves very little if a single thing and, despite the energy expended, tends to leave us stuck in a morass of our own making. Vile.Conventional wisdom tells us that whatever we focus on grows, just as science reminds us that merely the act of observation changes the subject. All of which means we are manifestering more disaster, swinging the door open to truly unhelpful criticism: over-engaged and underachieving. Gah.The trick to wrangling eclipse season is to try at all costs - and no matter what - to keep the lens w i d e. This is a long player and we are barely half way there.Let Mercury's merry retrograde through Virgo take control of your myopia, diverting this questionable superpower to a reworking of the details and a re-envisioning: auditor and editor instead of Chicken Little.We are boobs deep in the journey from our Once Was to our Will Be. Days like this, a telescope is far more useful than a microscope. 

Illustration: "Overthinking" by Kiwi Tachan RimWords © Kerrie Basha, 2017