I’ve been spending too much timely lately over-thinking something, and now here I am on Monday morning over-thinking the over-thinking.
At what point does common garden variety thinking tip over? Last week after a splendid session of ‘what does this mean?’, I texted a fellow archivist and friend;
You know I’ve realised the poisoned chalice of being archivists is that we look for significance in everything.
We do spend a lot of time thinking about the significance of things. The importance of a record, its uniqueness, its context. How it contributes to broader understanding. Our brains are trained to filter information this way. It becomes a problem when it becomes our singular obsession, blocking out other things and interfering with our relationships.
So. I am going to bless my thought bubble. Maybe tie a string around it like a balloon. Let it go but keep it tied to my finger maybe. Just in case.