“All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone” ~Blaise Pascal
Now, comes the time when I’m ready to sit quietly in a room alone. My life has been in motion since the end of May, in more ways than I’ve admitted aloud, and I find my mind restless and jumping from one thought to another with little clarity and focus. It’s a problem in this connected and social world that we’ve come to know. Always a text ringing. Comment on Facebook. Ooh! Look at that Tweet. I must share. Hey! Check out the link I sent you on YouTube. It’s hilarious! (My son loves links from YouTube). Scanning the homes for sale on Realtor.com. Checking for new job postings. Seeking out my house listing that no one seems interested in. Juggling the “I’m going to miss this…” with the “I can’t wait for my new life” while battling doubts that it will ever happen. This is all just the beginning of the raging tornado in my head.
So, this week, I take a break. No Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, Texts, or any other form of in-person socializing, or technology driven. Just me and myself enjoying a brief vacation from the world and it’s influences. I’m looking forward to it. I’m pretty good company, if I do say so myself. I’m not going to worry about house sales or moves. No worries for whether or not I say something clever to be retweeted. No entertaining quips about my day to day on Facebook. No checking my phone every two seconds hoping that someone in the world didn’t forget that I existed.
In this week, I’m going to do what I did to my house a few weeks ago. I’m decluttering. Sorting through thoughts and worries to determine their worthiness of space. I think I’ll be disposing of many thoughts, which will leave room for the things that matter. Such as creating clear guides for my priorities and goals. Blame the ADD, but I have a lot of priorities and goals written on post-it notes and stuck in a drawer with no sense or order. Perhaps I’ll pull that drawer open and begin sorting through the slips and combine them into one, easy to achieve list. (As my friend CW LaSart, said, “What kind of sorry-ass writer doesn’t have post-it notes?”)
No fears, no worries. I also intend to make some order out of my writing during this next week. I’ve become scattered in my work, starting stories as they come to me, but never getting to the end. I shall also blame that on the ADD, because it’s a great scapegoat. Two stories are tapping their toes and checking the clock. This week, they will be put back on the desk and finished. Followed by a calendar of contests and submissions that I intend to complete over the next six months. This is my way. My brother, Michael, always jokes about my plans. Nothing happens unless I have a plan. He’s right. My life becomes to chaotic without lists and calendars and notes put in order. So, I bid you all farewell to next week. I’m off to be with myself. I imagine it will be a lot like this picture, taken by my father, from the lake we’d walk around in a cozy village next to base.