"The years teach much which the days never knew."- Ralph Waldo Emerson
When I was younger, life seemed all about what I could add to it. I worked on gaining more knowledge, more experiences, more things. As I have got older I have noticed the spiral reversing. I am now dropping things, simplifying. I am now editor of my life.
The myriad of things I had gained knowledge about and picked up along the way 'just in case' were cluttering my mind like an overfilled bookcase, it was crammed with so much stuff that I couldn't find the life affirming classics without moving the trashy novels and gossip mags.
So I metaphorically and physically tidied my shelves, dropped what had served its purpose, let go of the sparkly things that I had held onto because they looked good and kept only the things that were dear to my heart. Things in which I had found my reflection.
The subjects whittled down from a swarm of interesting things, to just a few that have stood the test of time. The spotlight beam now narrowed, focused, shining a light on what I need to see. Clear, no distractions, clutter gone.
In my growing, I had breathed all these things in. I have now exhaled and am left with only what it truly valid for me.
"To be authentic is literally to be your own author, to discover your own native energies and desires & your own way of acting on them." - W Bennis
It has been a couple of years now since the first part of this post was written, and that act of exhaling and letting go of the clutter was vital for a magpie like me, who has always amassed and gathered.
I would read everything and filter out the information I needed, I would have piles and piles of books because the titles looked interesting. Every surface in my home was covered with beautiful and interesting things.
I would read everything and filter out the information I needed, I would have piles and piles of books because the titles looked interesting. Every surface in my home was covered with beautiful and interesting things.
I was fascinated by everything. . . and I was swamped.
Not knowing in the end, which of all that stuff was important to me and which just had twinkly lights and promised much. I loved to live in that realm of infinite possibilities.
But, it made me an observer, I stood outside it all, thinking how wonderful and interesting it all was, I couldn't partake of it all, there was too much.
I spread myself too thin
put too many ingredients in the pot
forget to remember that less is more
I get caught up in quantity
when quality shines so much brighter
by nature, I amass rather than discern
A single rose can be studied
seen for its individual perfection
twenty is just a bouquet of flowers
My thoughts say why write one
when ten are flowing from your fingers
but who will listen to ten, when one would do
put too many ingredients in the pot
forget to remember that less is more
I get caught up in quantity
when quality shines so much brighter
by nature, I amass rather than discern
A single rose can be studied
seen for its individual perfection
twenty is just a bouquet of flowers
My thoughts say why write one
when ten are flowing from your fingers
but who will listen to ten, when one would do
So that is when the editing began. I truly did exhale. I got rid of so much stuff, both in the real world and the stuff that was cluttering up my mental state. Some of it I found it hard to let go of, but I did it.
In the end I was left only with that that truly had heart for me and suddenly instead of spinning in a hall of mirrors, exhilarated and dazzled by the lights, I could point to the handful of things that I could interact with, go deeper with.
My speciality subjects were distilled from the mountain of trivia.
Time has passed and I am now taking the next in breath. I have made room for me to breathe in, space for new things, new thoughts, new directions. Honouring my role as author, I am constantly adding to, editing and polishing the story that is me.
"What's important is finding out what works for you." - Henry Moore