I run too close to deadlines since I don’t prepare in advance. In many ways, the story of the grasshopper and the ant aren’t so fabled. Hopping around, I misstep.
It’s always in the first place I think of. Why isn’t the first place I think of not the first place I check?
Many pieces of the puzzle lie in an unorganized room. Like a load of laundry left in the machine overnight or lint-littered tees, the answer I seek might be closer than I think. This old leather wallet was one. A gift from a man I respect like my own brother, this piece from Guess was stuffed to the brim with pieces of puzzles from boxes all over. Business cards, souvenirs, receipts so faded you couldn’t even tell what exchanged. Each, a small part of a bigger picture, I strode back into the past looking at them. I remember.
As seen today within an art museum.
I forget why I enter a room on occasion. The remedy fit like a key in the lock here and there. What I want must remind me of what to do. I can look to the old, those that questioned and cried out their rage against. I can also look to my history as well. These items were pieces of stories I remembered, but I needed space in the wallet, a full disk drive. I couldn’t keep any cash or cards paid down held by things that happened. How could I hope to make more burdened with the weight of things from days that were great? I could only muster an image, anyway. Those didn’t cost much in physical space, but they required strategy, planning. Since I am new to this game, the example on how to proceed I need from history’s greatest heroes. The writers. The photographers. The artists.
My wallet isn’t an old tattered thing, and life isn’t a game or movie. They are still metaphors, though. This thing was my first “bank”. If my first one was a mess, without change, the next wouldn’t go much differently.
To do what you must, pair it with what you like. Thus, these inspections of my belongings go with stretching words and catching frames. To earn, maybe I could pair it with what I learn? Maybe I’m as confused as when I first started. At least then, my pockets were fat. Fat with a whole lot of nothing, now, with what I picture, my pants are getting slimmer, but my account’s not thinner.
Post Summary
- Fables aren’t as fictitious as they seem.
- Items might help recollect the past, but nothing can return us there.
- The not so ordinary items in our lives and the past have the ability to teach.
- Behavior change begins with identity change.
- Temptation bundling, tasks you must do combined with tasks you enjoy appeal to our desire for reward.