There must be some sort of personality type grid with Organise in one corner and Let it Be in the other.
But I feel them fighting inside me.
Mostly it’s Organise that wins. The fact that all these words are (hopefuly) spelled correctly demonstrates that principle.
At other times, you gotta just let stuff be. The sun is out, the sky is blue(ish) – I just let those things get on with being themselves. No sense in getting her up about them.
But there are things in the middle that I just don’t know what to do with.
- Old laptops
- Last year’s socks
- Old friends
I don’t know whether to leave them where they are so that they rot in-situ or whether to dust them off and arrange them neatly in some well-lit place so that I can look at them.
I’d like to write an autobiography. I guess first of all, I’ll need to do something extraordinary. Much though I’m enjoying it, sitting on a wall typing this doesn’t qualify. Even sharing such blinding insights as you’re reading now doesn’t cut it either.
I’d like to dig out the contents the attic and garage, attach an rfid chip to everything and then pack it all back.
I’d love for someone to come along and catalogue all the people I ever knew and then present me with an indexed book containing photographs and information about them all.
I’d love to get on with publishing all the things I’ve ever written. All those long-lost stories. All those posts on blogs and forums. All that utter twaddle.
Yeah, on second thoughts – maybe just let it all be.