The 0007 Depression post ~ Yes. Life is Chaos.
A quote, likely from, Jordan Petersen. He has become important to my learning.
Get busy.
Get your personal space uncluttered.
Be tidy.
Know where everything is.
Keep notes.
She is good at being busy; this is deflection.
She looks at the space.
"It is ordered chaos," she tells the picture on the easel.
She seldom knows exactly where things are, but they are filed. They are packed away. It is not important. They are eternal things; she can't look at it often. She can't call it anything except her remains.
Notes. She keeps notes.
Well, writing and art are notes.
Occupational therapy, she calls it; that bit of work between the marathon run, measured by her heartbeat; the only clock she trusts.
The need for notes has been with her since 27-something.
It was the year of her awakening when life had no meaning without keeping some record. It created meaning, she might have said, except she didn't think of it that way.
She just started visiting the library again and books leaped off shelves; they were hard to read without a dictionary. Words were big and unfamiliar so she had to look them up and then she fell in love more deeply with unusual poets like Stymean Karlen (David Weiss' wife.)
She loved the words, for their own sake.
Words have an element of significance. Of all things, becoming significant was something to aspire to.
"Beware of unearned wisdom,",Jordan Peterson advised in a recenly watched YouTube lecture. I have earned my wisdom, such as it is.
Baby steps now to learn all there is to learn in my field of endeavour. Keeping up my creative flow for my soul. My drawings are improving.
Face the chaos, stare it down. Do one thing consistently, a good thing, better than anyone else; become productive. My glorious pleasure, please me.
Love and Light. And Peace.
Get busy.
Get your personal space uncluttered.
Be tidy.
Know where everything is.
Keep notes.
She is good at being busy; this is deflection.
She looks at the space.
"It is ordered chaos," she tells the picture on the easel.
She seldom knows exactly where things are, but they are filed. They are packed away. It is not important. They are eternal things; she can't look at it often. She can't call it anything except her remains.
Notes. She keeps notes.
Well, writing and art are notes.
Occupational therapy, she calls it; that bit of work between the marathon run, measured by her heartbeat; the only clock she trusts.
The need for notes has been with her since 27-something.
It was the year of her awakening when life had no meaning without keeping some record. It created meaning, she might have said, except she didn't think of it that way.
She just started visiting the library again and books leaped off shelves; they were hard to read without a dictionary. Words were big and unfamiliar so she had to look them up and then she fell in love more deeply with unusual poets like Stymean Karlen (David Weiss' wife.)
She loved the words, for their own sake.
Words have an element of significance. Of all things, becoming significant was something to aspire to.
"Beware of unearned wisdom,",Jordan Peterson advised in a recenly watched YouTube lecture. I have earned my wisdom, such as it is.
Baby steps now to learn all there is to learn in my field of endeavour. Keeping up my creative flow for my soul. My drawings are improving.
Face the chaos, stare it down. Do one thing consistently, a good thing, better than anyone else; become productive. My glorious pleasure, please me.
Love and Light. And Peace.
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