The mess that is everything

What are you going to do? Everything, is my guess. It will be a little messy, but embrace the mess. It will be complicated, but rejoice in the complications — Nora Ephron

It seems as I get older, I find myself walking down a path that is leading me towards opportunities to do what amounts to as my personal definition of ‘everything’. Everything I’ve wanted to do, everything I daydreamed about or never really considered doing because I never saw it as a real option.

That’s exciting. Occasionally, I find myself envying those who have found what makes them happy at an early age. I’m referring to people in their 20s or younger. They’re the ones who get to live the next 50 or 60 years pursuing and doing what they love. A lifetime of living the dream, as it were.

Every time I find myself envying those folks, I have to remind myself that my journey in this life is tailored specifically for me. There is a reason the opportunities I see in front of me (and the ones I can’t see just yet) are appearing now instead of 20 years ago. Everything that has come before is leading to now and the future. So, yeah, I’m excited where it could all lead to.

I still maintain the right to not reveal everything going in my life in this blog. I wouldn’t call it being mysterious. That’s a romantic notion. Romantic notions make me cringe. I call it being vague. I call it keeping it close to the vest. And some might accuse me of being a horrible tease. I prefer vague.

Ephron was right about doing everything and how it will be messy and complicated but you must embrace it and not shy away from it. Depending on what it is, it isn’t hard to embrace the mess and complicated nature of doing ‘everything’ or at least being prepared to do ‘everything’.

For me, the trick is to organize enough of the mess so that it can be somewhat managed. Or at least keep track of it. I’m used to a little chaos. There is always a way to ground yourself when you find yourself walking into a mess that you’ve created or is not entirely of your own doing.

Now, I’m finding my organizational/time management skills are being challenged because the nature of the mess is a little different than what I’m used to. Or it could be that it’s been that long since I had been challenged in that way. I’ll think about it later.

I suppose a follow-up question to this is ‘Would I be happier if everything wasn’t so damned messy?’ Answer: No. For me (and not everyone would agree), there is a fine line between less messy and boring. I don’t think there is a way to straddle that line comfortably. Either it’s one or the other. I consider messy being the lesser of the two evils.

Boring leads to nothing but trouble. Boring leads to a desire to get yourself into some sort of mess. And sometimes, you don’t get to choose that mess.

Does that mean I have a penchant for trouble? If I’m around certain individuals, yes. Other than that, I would have to say no, I don’t have a penchant for trouble. I just have an aversion to boredom. There’s a difference.

So, for the foreseeable future, boredom looks to be a passing ship in the night. Although, it won’t hesitate to come in to dock for short durations. I can’t tolerate stopovers for any extended length of time. The sooner boredom sets sail the better off I am. Good thing doing a whole lot of everything leaves no time for boredom… just time management issues. I can’t avoid that. Those issues are probably mandatory.

Oh well. That’s the price for doing everything.

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