March 20, 2016 · 2 comments · Categories: Musings · Tags:

My coat closet has two shelves at the top. The lower shelf has hats, gloves, and scarves that we use regularly. I tidied the ones on the top shelf and got rid of a few when I started cleaning up my clutter two years ago, but I don’t think any of them have budged since then. About time to send them all on their way!
 

Hats, gloves, and scarves on a closet shelf 

It hasn’t been quite two years since I started writing weekly Clutter Comedy entries; I started posting them in May 2014. But it has been long enough that my husband recently said he thought there wasn’t much clutter left in the house to write about. Of course, no matter how much of it goes out, clutter always builds back up when it gets a chance. He’s probably right, though, that my blog could use some fresh new energy, rather than having so many posts about old junk.

So I’ve decided to make a change—today I am “wrapping up” the weekly Clutter Comedy posts, and I’ll replace them by writing about good things that come into my life. When clutter goes out, it leaves plenty of open, inviting spaces for something new and cheerful to come in and play! I don’t yet know what they may be, or how often I’ll find them; but of course, that means it’s going to be an adventure!

It’s bright and sunny here today, with cheerful spring flowers popping up everywhere. I enjoyed seeing them all over the neighborhood when I went out for a run yesterday afternoon, but I did not take any photos. So instead, for my Nurturing Thursday entry I’m posting this word-art image that compares life to a camera:
 

Word-art Minion image saying "Life is like a camera. Focus on what's important, capture the good times, develop from the negatives, and if things don't work out, take another shot." 

Blogging is a great way to capture and look back on the good times, and to make friends along the way. Whether a post has photos or only words, it’s a snapshot of where the author happened to be at that point in time. Like old-fashioned journals and photo albums, but more easily, our blogs let us look back through time and see how we’ve grown and what we’ve learned. It’s a wonderful exercise in perspective too!

Nurturing Thursday was started by Becca Givens and seeks to “give this planet a much needed shot of fun, support and positive energy.” Visit her site to find more Nurturing Thursday posts and a list of frequent contributors.

I wrote this post in draft with my favorite pen, on the first sheet of a new notepad on a cool, damp morning. That seemed appropriate after a week when I hadn’t felt at all like writing, or indeed doing much of anything on the computer.
 

First two sentences of handwritten draft on a lined notepad. 

Instead of trying to force the muse to get busy when she was nowhere to be found, I decided to reflect quietly on what benefits, if any, there might be in days without writing. At first the very idea that there might be something positive going on seemed a bit of a stretch; it was hard to wrap my mind around it. After all, in our culture, anyone who is audacious enough to claim the identity of “writer” is expected to scribble away daily and produce enough material to be worthy. Bursts of inspiration should appear regularly; and if not, we must go forth on a brave quest to slay the evil dragon of writer’s block.

The underlying fear seems to be that if a day goes by without feeling motivated to do any writing, many more will follow, and soon the dragon will be found gleefully gnawing on the poor failed writer’s bones. That’s a silly fear, of course—for those of us who process our experiences mainly through written words, putting down our words on paper (or the computer) is as natural as breathing. Sometimes we may get so busy with other things that we lack sufficient processing capacity, but it always gets freed up after a while.

Coming back around to my original question, then, a day without writing would be a day when the subconscious mind requires more mental CPU space to process other things; and the benefits, in general, would consist of a better understanding of whatever else is being processed. So, after meditating on it for a while, I concluded that “writer’s block” is not really an evil dragon to be feared—it’s a perfectly normal response to the human need to make sense of our experiences, in one way or another.

Although spring is near, this post is not about baseball, but about all the old stuff in the sock and underwear drawer that never seems to get thrown away until after it has been sitting around for years. There’s no good reason for that—replacing socks and other small items of clothing is not that big of a chore, and it is nice to have new socks even if the old ones are not full of holes.
 

Wooden drawer stacked high with socks of many kinds. 

Maybe the socks are neatly stacked up and not in the way, but that doesn’t mean they ought to stay there forever. The fabric gets more worn and stiff than we may notice because it happens gradually. Or it could just be a type of fabric that doesn’t wear well, like that awful crinkly synthetic that everything sticks to after one washing. Early spring is a good time to purge the sock drawer and get a fresh start!

About Clutter Comedy: Every Sunday (which I envision as a day of rest after a productive week of de-cluttering) I post a Clutter Comedy article describing my most memorable clutter discovery of the week. Other bloggers who wish to join in are welcome—just post a link in the comments! There’s no need to publish any “before” photos of your clutter, if they are too embarrassing. The idea is simply to get motivated to clean it up, while having a bit of fun too!

Because it has been unusually warm this week, my husband and I decided to go rowing yesterday. We hadn’t gone out since November, and we’d been looking forward to another enjoyable season with our rowing club. Summer and its long sunny days seemed right around the corner!
 

People in small boats rowing on a river. 

The forecast called for occasional light showers, though, and when we got to the boathouse there wasn’t anyone else around. Then the rain started coming down harder, and an updated forecast showed more of it blowing in. But since we were already there, we decided to go for a short row anyway. It was good to get out and enjoy nature, even with a little rain!

Nurturing Thursday was started by Becca Givens and seeks to “give this planet a much needed shot of fun, support and positive energy.” Visit her site to find more Nurturing Thursday posts and a list of frequent contributors.

Among the heap of stuff that has been in a corner of the basement since my daughter moved out, there is a baby gate. One of my daughter’s friends gave it to her in 2014 to keep her new puppy in or out of rooms. Now she has no use for it because the dog is full grown and reasonably well trained. But some of my daughter’s friends have babies, so I didn’t want to get rid of the gate without asking. I thought one of her friends might want it.
 

Baby gate with plastic rods and mesh in between. 

My daughter came home for a visit this weekend; and of course when I finally got around to asking about the gate, her friends were not at all interested in it. So, off it goes to charity. As for the other stuff my daughter is supposed to take, hopefully she can fit it all in her car when she departs. Though, I am not sure about that because she brought home lots of laundry to do!

About Clutter Comedy: Every Sunday (which I envision as a day of rest after a productive week of de-cluttering) I post a Clutter Comedy article describing my most memorable clutter discovery of the week. Other bloggers who wish to join in are welcome—just post a link in the comments! There’s no need to publish any “before” photos of your clutter, if they are too embarrassing. The idea is simply to get motivated to clean it up, while having a bit of fun too!

March 5, 2016 · 2 comments · Categories: Musings · Tags: ,

Some authors suggest that hereditary conditions might not be caused entirely (or even mostly) by genetics, but reflect patterns of thought and behavior in families. When I came across this idea, it didn’t convince me. It seemed too far afield from the conventional wisdom, shading into woo-woo and unfairly blaming people for their own health issues. But, setting aside my skepticism, I gave it more thought recently.

When I was a child, my mom gave me milk with every meal because she was concerned about a family history of osteoporosis. She told me to eat my veggies and always kept plenty of fruit in the house for healthy snacks, but I’m not sure how much difference she thought it would make. She has said, on many occasions, that she believes almost everything is genetic.

Could there be any patterns of thought and behavior in the women of my mom’s family that might relate to weak bones? Not lack of exercise, as they always enjoyed activities such as gardening and tennis that got them outdoors and moving around.
 

Three large hostas in bloom. 

Maybe there was something on a subconscious level going on, but what could that be? My mom’s family have been comfortably middle-class for many generations, well respected in their communities; they haven’t struggled to keep food on the table or a roof over their heads. Then a few words spontaneously came into my thoughts: “Brittle on the inside, keeping up appearances!”

My first reaction was along the lines of, wow, this is farfetched. Not the part about keeping up appearances—that really is important to my mom’s family; they don’t want anyone to see their vulnerabilities and mistakes because people might talk. When I was a child, my mom never really got angry (or at least, she didn’t show it) unless I misbehaved in some way that set the neighbors to talking. Then, in addition to getting punished, I would get sternly lectured about behavior that was a bad reflection on the family.

“Brittle” was not a word that I’d have used; on the contrary, I saw it as a strength and a quiet sort of confidence, just going about one’s business and calmly doing whatever might need to get done. It wasn’t until about two years ago (as I discussed in this post) that I began to understand there was a downside to bottling up feelings and acting tough.

I’m still not convinced that taking a more relaxed approach to life is enough to keep bones in good health regardless of genetics, but I have decided to reserve judgment. Much is still unknown about how the human body and the subconscious mind work. And in any event, letting go of old worries about keeping up appearances is likely to improve health and happiness generally, whether or not it does much for bones in particular. So, it’s all good, one way or another.

People nowadays are so busy that when we have good feelings about others, we might not take the time to give a compliment or even think about it. So I decided to post this word-art image for Nurturing Thursday and share a bit of cheerful encouragement!
 

Word-art with Tweety Bird saying "Has anyone told you yet today how absolutely, positively, incredibly, amazing you are?" 

Wishing everyone an amazing day full of joys and successes—and as for the people in your life who make you happy, it doesn’t take much time to give them compliments and spread some good cheer around!

Nurturing Thursday was started by Becca Givens and seeks to “give this planet a much needed shot of fun, support and positive energy.” Visit her site to find more Nurturing Thursday posts and a list of frequent contributors.

Although my daughter has moved out, I keep finding stuff that she left around the house. This week’s unwelcome discovery was a Snow Cone Maker on a kitchen shelf, along with cups and a half-empty bottle of grape syrup, which evidently was left on the shelf for years when it should have been refrigerated, yuck. The syrup left purple spots on the shelf; I hadn’t realized because it is above my height and I had to stand on a stepstool to see what was up there.
 

Snow cone maker with syrup and cups. 

I threw away the syrup, of course, and put everything else in the basement along with all the other stuff my daughter is supposed to collect. My husband thinks I’m being too nice and should just throw it all away, since she probably forgot about it long ago and “that’s the only way it’s leaving the house.” He is probably right, but I’ll give her just a little while longer…

About Clutter Comedy: Every Sunday (which I envision as a day of rest after a productive week of de-cluttering) I post a Clutter Comedy article describing my most memorable clutter discovery of the week. Other bloggers who wish to join in are welcome—just post a link in the comments! There’s no need to publish any “before” photos of your clutter, if they are too embarrassing. The idea is simply to get motivated to clean it up, while having a bit of fun too!

When I first started writing this post, it was going to be a long comment to an entry on Glory Begin, in which the author thoroughly trashes (and in my opinion, deservedly so) the popular notion that in order to accomplish anything meaningful, one must first identify some all-encompassing purpose giving life meaning. That is common advice from today’s motivational authors—find and focus on a defining passion, visualizing it in great detail and pursuing it as a lifetime dream until, through the mysterious powers of the Universe, it eventually comes true.

Actually that’s not a new idea, but rather a twist on one that goes back much farther in history. Many traditional religions taught that people had a calling from God (or the gods) to follow a predestined path all through life. Back in the long-ago days when social roles were so rigid that changing one’s path was nearly impossible anyway, many folks probably did find that advice helpful. For instance, if you were the son of a farmer or a carter, you’d likely be doing the same work too; and if you saw it as God’s plan, then you’d feel happier and more dignified as you rode around behind your oxen every day.
 

Wooden cart drawn by oxen on a dirt road.

(Creative Commons image via flickr)
 

And of course, there were obvious political benefits for the kings and priests whose obedient subjects believed that their circumstances were their God-given destiny. Nowadays we don’t feel constrained by old barriers of social class like our ancestors did; the modern narrative is that we can do anything if we set our minds to it. But, at the same time, there’s still an underlying belief that we are not really constructing our lives from the choices we make each day—instead, we’re humble pilgrims on a quest to discover and follow a life path already laid down by fate.

Way back in the misty depths of time when I was a confused teenager and life felt like a wild overgrown forest with thorny thickets everywhere, the idea of finding a straight and well-defined path had some appeal. But as I gained more perspective on how quickly the world is changing, I realized that trying to plan an entire lifetime according to one singular purpose was nearly impossible—and even if it could be done, it amounted to a recipe for stagnation.

Like many of us, I have a job that didn’t exist when I was a student trying to pick a major. Most workers in today’s tumultuous economy will change careers several times. As for small business start-ups, most will either fail or, if among the fortunate survivors, will end up getting acquired by some huge diversified company. Even if we love our work and throw ourselves into it with all the passion and clarity imaginable, there is still a high chance that in 10 or 20 years, we’ll find ourselves doing something completely different.

Although it may seem wasteful not to stick with the same plan for a lifetime, exploring different paths is not really a waste of time and energy because it builds a more flexible mindset and a broader set of skills. Entrepreneurs often have a history of trying many different projects and careers before finding success—not by chance, but because their earlier efforts gave them valuable experience that made them better able to recognize a good opportunity when they saw one.

To put it another way, we wouldn’t want a phone or computer with an outdated operating system that didn’t suit our current needs, would we? So, why should we expect our brains to keep on running Life Purpose 1.0 forever, while the world changes around us every year?