In the Bin: Overthinking the Small Stuff

Overthinking is easy. It’s like putting a car in “Neutral” and seeing what story your rolling car will tell from there.


We don’t often like rogue thoughts running amuck in the real world. The consequences of indulging them can be too devastating.

And this is the exact reason overthinkers tend to overthink.

But we can’t be overthinking in the Year of Expression — trust me, there is no free pass on this:

Expressing yourself demands taking risks.

You can’t over-explain yourself and express yourself at the same time. Expression comes from the heart and over-explanations come from the mind.

Overthinking is all about ego and control.
Expression is about authenticity and letting go.

And goshdarnit if that doesn’t mean I need to start putting out content differently this year — just so that it is expressed and not stored away in a file somewhere for the rest of its life.

Because that’s no place to keep a dream … in an electronic file folder where only one person on the planet can find it?

It seems quite rude, actually. And like a bit of a prison sentence. And that’s not how I want to treat my muses (anymore 😬).

So this year is all about posting things as I go.

If you know me at all, you know I’m always making something — often, in different ways because it never seems quite right.

Then I just save all those files away and move on –repeating the pattern the next day. All due to overthinking.

And it’s time to let that pattern go.

And to kick this off, I’m going to post what I’m working on right now for you by the end of the day.

A few months ago someone asked me if I had enough poems for a book and I said yes, but I haven’t put out anything since.

Did I make a book of poems?

Yes. It started out somewhat long, but then I whittled it down to 33 selections.

Did I make a cover?

Several. Although this is the current leader:

Then did I spiral into overthinking?

I sure did! 👍

I didn’t know what I wanted the interior pages to look like … should the poems just be plain text?


My mom always said,
“Nothing good ever happens after midnight.”

And my grandma liked to say,
“Poems often arrive like leaves on a breeze –
fully formed and ready to catch
if you happen to have a pen and paper on hand
to jot them down before they move on.”

Being a rebel, I challenged both their claims
and learned that, in life, midnights are relative
but poems passing through do, indeed, fade.

I found that all truth is experienced
and it’s not that people mean to lie,
it’s that what’s true for one is not true for all
and our “truth” is our vibe.

And my vibe is
– whether true for you, or not –
to sit beneath the moon, pen in hand,
and write the poems that blow through after midnight.

Or do I add illustrations and interior images that look more like this?

Or is it time to bite the bullet and start making videos?

Or do I endlessly debate the pros and cons of each approach while simultaneously doing nothing?

Not today!

In the name of kicking off an expressive new year, I’m willing to change my stripes: I’m going to hit Post instead of Save at the end of the day and make this little book of poems a free read for you.

It’s my New Year’s gift to you.

Happy 2023, everyone!

(It’s going to be a mood so pick a good one!)

© 2023, Sheralyn Pratt.