A Problem of Overthinking

What’s my problem? I think too much. I may not know much, but I sure do overthink about what little I do know. So much so that I have developed a compulsive behavior. It’s not smoking, drinking, or drugging. Nor is it bad grammar, yet now that might become a possibility. It is overthinking.


When does it happen? When I am faced with a decision or a deadline, my mind starts cataloging all the data necessary (and unnecessary) for my consideration. I get sucked into exploring too many options. For example, an overflow of data happens regularly during my day job where I am tasked with the layout and design of a professional periodical publication. How will I manage to fit 52 pages of content into 48? Which content can be bumped to the next issue? What’s the shelf life of the news item? I know the content will be stale, yet will there be relevant, historical value upon publication? Will the author ever forgive me if their content is edited for length or even dumped? Not to mention the constant e-mails, phone, calls, and other tasks that battle for my attention throughout the day.

How do I know it’s a problem? My mind races around non-essential tasks. When I’m in the drive-thru at Starbucks. Should I order the iced passion tea (no sweetener) or the flat white? Will the lack of caffeine today really provide me with the energy to focus and get the 48 pages layout finished by the deadline?

Why is it a problem? My thoughts begin to circle into a compulsive need to explain actions. Actions by me or others. My god, I feel I need to provide an explanation for anything, everything, and nothing. I turn molehills into mountains. Left unchecked, my simple concerns might evolve into unreconciled anxieties. Each decision-making paradigm turns into a decision-making paradigm.

Why should I care? Because I have a soul. I am (too?) empathetic.

How do I stop from overthinking? I breathe. I watch (too much) TV. I read. I write. I doodle. I walk. I think.


I drafted today’s post after considering the writing prompt, Hyperbole, by the folks over at Daily Post. You might recognize the  image of the brain shown above. It’s from a previous post, My Twelve Minute  Brain.

Don’t you see it?

Viewpoint-Reflection-by-Steph-Abbott“See it? Over there! Yes, that’s it! What does it mean?! I think… well, you know…um. No, I don’t know.”

Today’s post was inspired by oneword.com. I had sixty seconds to write about the word “viewpoint.” My brain and fingers raced. I think I nailed it. About an hour later, I decided to create an image that might complement, or dare I say, reflect the text prompt. I found an appropriate prompt from Writing.com: “The sky looked in the mirror, and it saw…” The doodle took longer than 60 seconds (using using ArtRage and PhotoWizard). © 2014 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved.

Against the Spread

© 2014 Stephanie Abbott.
© 2014 Stephanie Abbott.

Gripping play, er pumped
Torpedo released o’er
Fields against the spread
Friday, August 29, 2014. Inspired by the coming football season, I created the image of the football using Art Rage 4. I then wrote the haiku in honor of my husband’s recent move to start his own business. Go, Eric! ©2014 Stephanie Abbott. All rights reserved.

Learning to Savor Time: A brief lesson of work-life balance

Stella considered herself fortunate.
Stella considered herself fortunate.

Standing still and enjoying the moment are two actions Stella has struggled with since she was a child. To pass the time, Stella kept herself busy.  She figured she could accomplish anything as long as she kept her eye on the clock. Turning from task to task was just part and parcel to Stella’s life.

Her kinetic energy fueled her schedule. She worked two jobs during college. She kept fit by incorporating exercise into her routine. She walked or rode her bike to and from every shift, class, and social event. When she moved from the seaside to the desert, she simply traded her mountain bike for an elliptical machine.

Eventually, as the years passed, she married, and her family grew. Stella’s schedule provided less time for personal fitness and more time for the needs of others.

She found that her schedule ran smoothly as long as she skipped one particular task as often as possible—preparing a full meal. To wit, she served tasteless food quickly.

For Stella, cooking was one task that needed fewer details. Stepping through recipes and fiddling with fancy cookware was a burden. She liked to limit the time necessary from recipe to result.  Preparations were best limited to rinsing the meat, rice, and vegetables before throwing it all into a pot with herbs, garlic and a glass of water. If a meal might take more than 30 minutes to cook, Stella considered options for takeout.

Timing was everything. Like any mother with a family and a full-time job, Stella found herself running from sun up to sundown. She stressed daily with dressing the kids, checking their teeth and bags, taking them to school, racing to the office, and processing words. As time rounded, her stress expanded for picking the boys up, fixing dinner, unpacking bags, washing clothes, and checking teeth before she slumped in to bed before the next day’s marathon.

Only on Sundays did she finally relax and refocus her energies. She found escape from her regular reality by filling up her day with someone else’s drama through TV, books, music, or art. Stella loved Sundays.

This particular Sunday she found herself gazing across her desk only to spot an old cookbook. Not the slick, spiral-bound booklet listing with over 100 ways to grill meat. No, what Stella glared at was a classical culinary collection known the country over to most women of a certain age.

She glanced at the clock and sighed, “I find no joy in spending hours tasked with sifting, separating, soaking, turning, boiling, or braising. I never seem to have all the ingredients or quirky tools. And who even keeps homemade, pressure-cooker chicken stock, well, in stock?”

Then the phone rang.

“Hi, mom,” she answered.

For the next 30 minutes, Stella listened to the myriad of meals prepared and activities accomplished by her parents during the past week. Upon hanging up, she considered herself fortunate. Stella realized time should be savored and not simply passed.

“Geez, what was I complaining about? For nearly 80 years, my folks have worked longer hours, raised more kids with fewer resources, yet they continue to find the time to enjoy themselves.”

Appreciating time all the more, Stella reached for the cookbook and opened to the recipe for joy.


Sunday, August 11, 2013. ©2013 Stephanie Abbott. All rights reserved.

I created the picture of Stella this morning on my laptop using ArtRage 4 and my new Wacom pen tablet. I wrote the story last night.

I have not written creatively for some time. My writing has been restricted to tapping out basic business bother. By the time I get home from work, my head hurts and my body aches too much to be creative. However, after an entire season (or two!) of the doldrums, I’m ready to stretch and start creating again.

Today’s post was inspired by memories of my mother’s cooking. To help me start writing again, I had to use a writing prompt: “Following instructions is really all about…” courtesy of Writing.com. If I wasn’t clear in my post, it’s “all about” learning how to savor time. Also, since this is creative writing, I should point out that not all told is true. I don’t even own the “Joy of Cooking.”

August Repose

August Repose by Stephanie Abbott

Her mind quells. Her heart slows. Her soul hums.
It is almost time.
Thursday, August 1, 2013. Exhausted from a hectic week, I created this doodle using Sketchbook Mobile on my Kindle Fire HD late in the evening with swollen hands and and bleary vision. I’m too tired to continue.

Chocolate Sunday

Sunday, February 5, 2012. It’s a chocolate Sunday—a big day for chocolate and football.


I doodled this image using ArtRage Studio Pro and then finishing it in Xara Designer Pro 7. My laptop keys are now sticky with a chocolaty hazelnut goodness. © 2012 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved.