Day 13 A Deficiency of Process

Some, most of the time, things work out. Today there is a gentle breeze blowing through the leaves. The earth and I are breathing. Pretty good. Last week felt very poignant as every day brought news of someone new transitioning out of feeling and hearing and smelling a fresh breeze. Things are always changing. Some, most of the time things work out. Sometimes they don’t work out at all as expected. Sometimes they work out as expected and it kind of stinks. C’est la vie. C’est la guerre!

Despite the poignancy and temporary nature of existence, life continues. Observation, contemplation, and making continues. Progress is made, occasionally, thwarting our very best befuddling attempts.

Even though I found a way to work and hit a nice rhythm at my overcommitted desk, I quickly gathered my materials to move the production to a new location. I made a split second decision, which I knew at the time, might make a mess. And guess what? It did! I did!

Two of my favorite phrases are Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance and TIPS= To ensure Prompt Service. I don’t give myself the time or treats to do either. I just muddle through - making bad decisions to move black paint from a contained area to a less contained area in a half-witted way. I guess I like the organic nature of process. Every decision in a process offers a little information, some of it, completely not useful, admittedly.

Here is my attempt to recontain, black paint I sprung loose. I like to talk about my deficiency of process, but I totally claim the making a mess part as being part of my process. It’s easier to work from a point of challenge - to clean up my messes, than to work with a blank slate, I suppose.