Like, Like Me Do?

Written on July 29, 2010 by in Postpartum Depression

So this post is about procrastination, and facebook, and talking to my inner voices, and as always, validation.
But first let’s digress a tad.

Much that needed to happen this week didn’t even begin to happen (what was I thinking, that the 10 days with the folks visiting from the other side of the ocean, and the friend visiting from the lower side of the planet with her (very cute) newborn, and the weekend with the cousins visiting from said side of the ocean, and the costume parties and all that, As if the to-do list had a chance. )

But this thing that I’ve been totally stuck on moved forward: I came up with a logo for Postpartum Depression to Joy, which allowed me to put up a facebook page.

And how did I come up with a logo, you may ask? Well, as it turns out, I have a past life as a graphic designer*, which means that logos are things I am supposed to make all by myself.

* More about that past life will be revealed in a sub-page to the “About” section which is in the works, and keeps getting procrastinated upon, I wonder why… Let me just hint that there is a company called Design for Good somewhere in there, and also a couple of years of working in airplanes. I’ve had an exciting past, before I had children. Ok, I digress yet again, back to the logo now.

So these days I only do design work for non-paying clients. And therefore it is almost impossible to get on my list (the  logo project for Birthnet snuck in, and I’m so glad it did, because It is for my favorite cause and just happened to be the most beautiful thing I ever created, except for my kids).

So I hardly design anymore, for various reasons, the biggest one is that I discovered that I’m much more interested in words and content than I am in shapes and form. It only took investing 10 years of my life in the design world to figure this out.  So let’s just say that I am a bit rusty with the right side of my brain and I had a lot of resistance to the whole “must make logo” bit. I did consider paying my dear (and way more talented than me and I love her anyway) friend Sue of LuckyChair Design to do this. But since this project ain’t making no money, and isn’t going to start anytime soon, I couldn’t quite justify the expense (Issues around money? Who me?) Plus there was that whiny voice saying it is imperative that we now get something useful out of those ten years in the design world…

So after avoiding the logo for weeks, there was something else, that was more urgent and more scary than the logo, which means that there was no way but to procrastinate on it.  So the poor nonexistent logo got shoved forward.

There I was,  started up those supper heavy design programs that slow the computer ever so much, and started picking fonts and pushing pixels around, with my inner voices damning the whole thing the whole time. I simply decided to not mind them. I didn’t fight them, didn’t shush them. For a while I didn’t even talk to them. I just got into design mode and played with fonts. (God, I love fonts. Looove them!) And to my astonishment, a logo came about. You can see it here: www.facebook.com/pages/Postpartum-Depression-to-Joy/156913184333957

And as soon as I had a pretty good draft, the design-snob in me started yapping: “Not good enough! Absolutely not good enough. What will your succesful designer friends think about you when they see it?”   The recovering perfectionist said: “Listen to the designer!”  So tempting.  But thankfully, the part of me that learned something from all the hard stuff I’ve been through, declared the logo good enough. Then the inner sage showed up with this bit of wisdom: “this logo doesn’t have to be forever”. Do you get how smart she is, my sage?! She said it is very good enough, and if a better one comes along, we can replace this one. “It’s pixels, silly, not granite”. I started breathing easier.
Nothing like impermanence to make “good enough” acceptable.
 Can you see how that just might apply to your life? This particular thought has so much freedom potential, that I want to put it on a T-shirt! If you can see how this concept applies to you, how useful it is in combating depression, please share your insights in a comment bellow. I so love to read your voice.

Sharing this process has two upsides. The first one is the impermanence nugget: immediately useful, my favorite kind of nugget. Customers that are more versed in the knowledge of the particular product will also do better in providing great homework help, best custom writing answers to you. The second is to show you how I listen in on my inner conversations, and bring them out in the open. Naming the speakers reveals their agenda so I can choose (Choose!) how much credence to give each and every one. All this transforms the inner gabfest into a useful process. So again, yay for useful, and yay for less pain. Because listening like that doesn’t make my inner child want to hide, and when she can breathe easy, everything else is alright.

So armed with the brand new logo, I proceeded to another much procrastinated to-do item: a Facebook page.  And now I can finally say: Been there! Done that!  Now, people can “like” it. Which would be good and useful from the “spread the word” aspect, but opens up the can of worms about my fear of asking people to like “me” ( yes, I know, this project is not “ME” but it is like my baby, and like with my real babies, it hurts when somebody gets to see them and is not immediately struck by their beauty and brilliance). I’m sure you know what I mean. Anyway, lots of fear of exposure and rejection coming up for me, and sure enough, my shoulders are coming right up to my ears as I’m typing.

Three deep breaths and a yawn later, I am allowing myself to have these fears and ask this anyway: if you are on facebook, would you please “like” my page? Not only will it boost my morale, it will also let your friends know about this, so if you have any friends who are PPD moms (especially those who are doing their best to hide their PPD) they can find out about this place, and find some helpful hints about kinder self-talk and the rest of the toolbox. If you just did this, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

OK, 11:50. Time to get horizontal. Love and hugs all around.

Yael.

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Like, Like Me Do?

Written on July 29, 2010 by in Postpartum Depression

So this post is about procrastination, and facebook, and talking to my inner voices, and as always, validation.
But first let’s digress a tad.

Much that needed to happen this week didn’t even begin to happen (what was I thinking, that the 10 days with the folks visiting from the other side of the ocean, and the friend visiting from the lower side of the planet with her (very cute) newborn, and the weekend with the cousins visiting from said side of the ocean, and the costume parties and all that, As if the to-do list had a chance. )

But this thing that I’ve been totally stuck on moved forward: I came up with a logo for Postpartum Depression to Joy, which allowed me to put up a facebook page.

And how did I come up with a logo, you may ask? Well, as it turns out, I have a past life as a graphic designer*, which means that logos are things I am supposed to make all by myself.

* More about that past life will be revealed in a sub-page to the “About” section which is in the works, and keeps getting procrastinated upon, I wonder why… Let me just hint that there is a company called Design for Good somewhere in there, and also a couple of years of working in airplanes. I’ve had an exciting past, before I had children. Ok, I digress yet again, back to the logo now.

So these days I only do design work for non-paying clients. And therefore it is almost impossible to get on my list (the  logo project for Birthnet snuck in, and I’m so glad it did, because It is for my favorite cause and just happened to be the most beautiful thing I ever created, except for my kids).

So I hardly design anymore, for various reasons, the biggest one is that I discovered that I’m much more interested in words and content than I am in shapes and form. It only took investing 10 years of my life in the design world to figure this out.  So let’s just say that I am a bit rusty with the right side of my brain and I had a lot of resistance to the whole “must make logo” bit. I did consider paying my dear (and way more talented than me and I love her anyway) friend Sue of LuckyChair Design to do this. But since this project ain’t making no money, and isn’t going to start anytime soon, I couldn’t quite justify the expense (Issues around money? Who me?) Plus there was that whiny voice saying it is imperative that we now get something useful out of those ten years in the design world…

So after avoiding the logo for weeks, there was something else, that was more urgent and more scary than the logo, which means that there was no way but to procrastinate on it.  So the poor nonexistent logo got shoved forward.

There I was,  started up those supper heavy design programs that slow the computer ever so much, and started picking fonts and pushing pixels around, with my inner voices damning the whole thing the whole time. I simply decided to not mind them. I didn’t fight them, didn’t shush them. For a while I didn’t even talk to them. I just got into design mode and played with fonts. (God, I love fonts. Looove them!) And to my astonishment, a logo came about. You can see it here: www.facebook.com/pages/Postpartum-Depression-to-Joy/156913184333957

And as soon as I had a pretty good draft, the design-snob in me started yapping: “Not good enough! Absolutely not good enough. What will your succesful designer friends think about you when they see it?”   The recovering perfectionist said: “Listen to the designer!”  So tempting.  But thankfully, the part of me that learned something from all the hard stuff I’ve been through, declared the logo good enough. Then the inner sage showed up with this bit of wisdom: “this logo doesn’t have to be forever”. Do you get how smart she is, my sage?! She said it is very good enough, and if a better one comes along, we can replace this one. “It’s pixels, silly, not granite”. I started breathing easier.
Nothing like impermanence to make “good enough” acceptable.
 Can you see how that just might apply to your life? This particular thought has so much freedom potential, that I want to put it on a T-shirt! If you can see how this concept applies to you, how useful it is in combating depression, please share your insights in a comment bellow. I so love to read your voice.

Sharing this process has two upsides. The first one is the impermanence nugget: immediately useful, my favorite kind of nugget. Customers that are more versed in the knowledge of the particular product will also do better in providing great homework help, best custom writing answers to you. The second is to show you how I listen in on my inner conversations, and bring them out in the open. Naming the speakers reveals their agenda so I can choose (Choose!) how much credence to give each and every one. All this transforms the inner gabfest into a useful process. So again, yay for useful, and yay for less pain. Because listening like that doesn’t make my inner child want to hide, and when she can breathe easy, everything else is alright.

So armed with the brand new logo, I proceeded to another much procrastinated to-do item: a Facebook page.  And now I can finally say: Been there! Done that!  Now, people can “like” it. Which would be good and useful from the “spread the word” aspect, but opens up the can of worms about my fear of asking people to like “me” ( yes, I know, this project is not “ME” but it is like my baby, and like with my real babies, it hurts when somebody gets to see them and is not immediately struck by their beauty and brilliance). I’m sure you know what I mean. Anyway, lots of fear of exposure and rejection coming up for me, and sure enough, my shoulders are coming right up to my ears as I’m typing.

Three deep breaths and a yawn later, I am allowing myself to have these fears and ask this anyway: if you are on facebook, would you please “like” my page? Not only will it boost my morale, it will also let your friends know about this, so if you have any friends who are PPD moms (especially those who are doing their best to hide their PPD) they can find out about this place, and find some helpful hints about kinder self-talk and the rest of the toolbox. If you just did this, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

OK, 11:50. Time to get horizontal. Love and hugs all around.

Yael.

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