Tonight, I sit on my floor and type.
Why? Because.
The floor because I prefer it.
My house is small so I enjoy my space differently than some might. For instance, I prefer to sit on the floor by the coffee table to eat my dinner or type.
Sure, I have a table. It’s currently covered from one end to the other with art projects. And when it’s not covered, it folds up into a desk to push against the wall. I love my table! Big when I need it, small when I don’t. And boy, oh boy it’s heavy!
Write? Because life goes by fast. Writing helps the mind to organize, helping me to figure out what I am thinking, remember things I’ve done, and learn new things.
Writing helps me to make decisions, to teach, and even to retain more information.
It’s as if I am bringing order to chaos.
Chaos. Yes. Life is chaos. Or better said, everything in life is heading toward chaos. We bring order. This order is temporary, but it helps.
Order? Yes. Order can bring a sense of peace. Order reduces anxiety, reduces stress, brings a small, although tiny, sense of what is to come.
What is it like to be me? As a mother, daughter, sister, ex-wife, ex-lover, ex-partner, worker, homeschooler, forever-learner, pharmacist, nutritionist, pharmacologist, white, female-by-birth, short, southern, world traveler, lover of boats and water, kayaker, sailor, lover of nature, gardener, ex-beekeeper…
I could go on.
What is it like? There’s never enough time in the day to do everything I love or want or need to do. There will never be enough time to experience everything I want to experience. There will be things I say no to because I say yes and there will be things I say yes to that will force a no later.
To think that I am only one of these things at a time, or that anyone ever is just one thing, is a great disservice to the very nature of being human.
To think that I, or anyone else, could possibly only think of one thing at a time is also unrealistic.
What’s the point in pretending anything else? If everyone would stop pretending, this world would change overnight.
What would it be like to actually be who you are?
Thank you for reading,
Dr. Wendi
