I have recently realized that there is a very critical component of life that is not very clearly defined for me. It probably never became defined because I did not pay it much heed when it was being presented me in it's many various forms. It is something that starts as a young child when your parents tell you to put your toys away or finish eating your dinner. It continues into the school years with the elements of homework, school athletics, or other extra curricular activities which involve some level of effort, some level of energy expense. And for some of us, those like myself which seemed oblivious to the importance of these learning periods, we are forced to learn many of these lessons in the golden era of decision making following the life of supported living as we move out of the nests of our rearing, spreading what little wings we have formed up to that point of progress. Certainly there is something there... The wings do exist in some shape and size... I did not completely crash into the ground below unprepared to meet it. But in some ways my poorly developed wings have not yet the strength to lift me up again until I build some significant strength and endurance. It is a matter of organization combined with focus.
Mere recognition of the facts does not necessarily define it. In this particular case I believe the actual implementation of controlled organization becomes its own definition. I think this is the case partly because it is something that, once realized, is specific to the way I see things, the way I experience organization, which is something unique to each person. We all have different forms of energy, forms of necessary input and output to organize and control.
I take a look at my computer desk for an example:
All around it lays the clutter of papers, cds, dvds, and various little trinkets and tools. Every single item holds some sort of significant meaning to me or I would have just thrown it away long ago. They all have varied importance and, regardless of how mundane or seemingly insignificant any one thing may seem, I still assign some sort of value to each greater than the equivalent of garbage sitting in a garbage can... which would at least be out of my way visually and physically.
If I had already implemented a system of organization to deal with every various item which exists on my cluttered, visually distressing desk area each piece would have been properly sorted, assigned it's necessary value, and placed accordingly wherever they would belong to that system. The dross would simply not have a place among the cream.
I need to create some stable, realistic form of organization for my life. I already have many working components which have brought me to where I already stand... I actually AM organized in many aspects of importance. It is the little things which need to be addressed and implemented. It almost seems painful.(sort of like this whole blog probably has been. Ha)
Well... My energy for this topic is running thin. I do have quite a few ideas still swirling around which I feel are quite relevant but I would rather let them stew a while to see if they can be transformed into the impetus which puts my desire in motion.
Plus... I'd rather be planning my Halloween costume... that seems WAY funner right now.
