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Do or Do Not

“Do or Do Not”

Today’s Words of Wisdom:

“Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try.”


 The Foda’s Take: You know, I never thought about it until now, but Yoda was a very black-and-white kind of Jedi. Well, besides the whole green exterior thing.

 Hey, everyone! So, last week I started up my little “Analysis Paralysis” experiment. You can read the post here, but basic recap: I think too much. And I decided to consciously try and put up a death-star quality deflector shield around my analytical command center. In other words, act first, think later. (Sidebar: I do not recommend this experiment for everyone. And yes, I do recognize the irony involved in making a conscious decision not to think so much, which is, in fact, thinking about not thinking… But starting somewhere, one must.)

Anywho, it was a particularly rough week symptoms-wise, so there wasn’t as much “doing” as I would have liked, but I forced myself to attempt things- like going for a walk when I felt like I might fall over- instead of over-analyzing the probabilities and potential risks for said action ad nauseum first. (I’m realizing how long it’s been since I used that phrase. Ad nauseum. Love it.) But I digress.

Due to my current sorry state, I don’t have much more to share, but I’m continuing the experiment. You see, I’ve narrowed my cyclical mental process proceeding the analysis paralysis phenomenon down to this big train wreck of analytics:

Scenario: The Foda wants to do something she may or may not be up for. Hence, the battle for the future begins.

Body: It’s sunny!!!! Let’s go for a walk.

Brain: <in husky, gangster voice> You’re writing checks your legs can’t cash.

Body: Shut up. Just try. Five minutes. Don’t tell me I can’t.

Brain: Oh, you can. You’ll just fall. INTO THE DARK SIDE. 

Body: That’s not true. That’s impossible!

Brain: Search your feelings, you know it to be true.

Body: Nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!

End scene.

I know. I KNOW. Pretty crazy, right? So I’ve decided to wipe out this daily deluge (sigh. love alliterations) and just shut my brain off. And you know what? It really helps! It keeps me from defeating myself before I’ve even begun. So I shall continue this journey, and hopefully have more to share in the future.

In other news, I’m thinking of adding in a new segment to this blog besides my passion for parodies, alliterations, and Star Wars banter. Namely, health. (I know. I don’t have it back. Yet. But that’s not for the lack of doing everything possible to cut out all inflammatory factors, chemicals, and no-good tom-foolery from my life.) So every now and again, I’m thinking of posting about GF, DF, SF meals, green/organic beauty, and little tips for living chemical-free, all things I’ve been passionately doing for years now. So today, I reach out to you, dear reader. What would you most like to hear about?

Greenly Yours,

The Foda

“Analysis Paralysis”

“Analysis Paralysis”

Today’s Words of Wisdom:

“Don’t move until you see it.”

~”Searching for Bobby Fischer”

 The Foda’s Take: This quote comes from a great movie, in which a young boy with an extraordinary aptitude for chess learns how to analyze and predict his opponent’s moves. His instructor, played by the great Ben Kingsley, tells him: “Don’t move until you see it.” Which is great advice- it tells us to slow down, think ahead, move wisely. But when you have a chronic illness, this can sometimes invoke what a friend recently termed as “analysis paralysis.”

 Howdy, everybody! Today I’d like to talk about analysis paralysis. Otherwise known as the act of over-analyzing to the point of complete, overwhelming inability to make a decision. This is actually a real thing! It’s not just related to Pisces like me who spend days trying to decide on a pair of shoes with the vim and vigor normally reserved for researching your graduate thesis. This is, like, fact. People are happier when they have fewer options to choose from. Just ask Trader Joe’s. They specifically, purposely, stock only a few options for each product. Not only does this mean better profit margins for them, but it also lowers the stress for the consumer. Only three spaghetti sauce options instead of thirty, and they’re all delicious? Yes, please! See? I told you. Totally a thing.

So why have I been analyzing analysis paralysis? Well, let’s just say the past couple weeks have not been so easy. It seems like once again Mandalf and I are getting tested by the universe, even more so than we already have been over the past three plus years. And while I’m flattered someone up there thinks we’re strong enough to handle it, I’d be lying if I said I was super tickled about how much rocky bottom we’ve been ladled from the proverbial teat of life. This, of course, has thrown me into a frenzy of analysis, trying to deduce what can be done to move us onwards and upwards, all Sherlock Holmes-like, playing my violin and pacing with a snappy chapeau upon my head. Okay, not the hat- it is summer after all- but I do, in fact, play the violin… not…. super well…. but I was totally good in high school… But I digress.

The point is, I’ve gone over everything backwards and forwards, and the annoying part is, there’s nothing else I can do besides get better. (Which, if it was so easy to do, I’d have already done YEARS ago…) which means there is nothing left in my control except try not to get gobbled up by the huge jutting rocks around us, and use my powers of analysis for survival instead of escape.

But with so many doors closed right now, even those options are limited. And which will be the best ones? Hence, analysis paralysis. I can’t, unlike the little boy in the movie, choose to stay still, not moving until I see the pattern. Because my pattern is GIGANTIC. If it were so easy to solve, I would have been healed years ago. So if I keep waiting to see where my choices will take me- I’ll stay in this rocky bottom, too afraid to move out of it, not knowing where they’ll lead me.

So I’m thinking it may be time to try being a “do-er” rather than a “thinker.” Which, as a writer, may be a bit challenging. We tortured types love to get all up in our heads. What do you think? Do you think it’s better to do and then think, or think and then do? Given the situation? I am totally open to advice right now. (Disclaimer: This question/experiment only applies to upstanding actions. I of course am not condoning acts of criminal foolishness where you don’t think of the repercussions until afterwards. Although if you think about them and still do them, that’s not better. That’s criminal intent. And you will go to jail for that.)

Sidebar- am now wondering if anyone reads this blog in prison. Sherlock Holmsian deductions indicate that to be improbable. But if you are? Um. Hi. Carry on.

Off to Do Something without Thinking First,

The Foda

P.S. I’ll let you know how it goes. I’m not entirely certain I’ll be able to change my current think-act-reflect cycle, but I’m interested to try….

P.P.S. Don’t worry, I’m still house-bound. How much trouble could I make if this theory goes sideways?

P.P.P.S. Don’t answer that.