I’m looking around my home, now filled with all of my mother’s remaining furniture and items that we’ve just retrieved from a storage unit. I feel as though I have just moved into my own home again, and there is not a room in my house that has not been affected by the acquisition of ‘more stuff.’
In my mind’s eye, I ‘d like to live a Zen-like existence: bed, table, chair, laptop and phone. Of course, that is an oversimplification, but in today’s culture I believe we are all getting fed up with the care and grooming of all the things we bought when we thought we would live forever.
So, what is the very first thing I can do to alleviate all the angst that I feel about my now cluttered surroundings? Start digging into boxes? Start moving furniture? Well, in my case, I can sit and write out my thoughts. It always seems to help when I sort things out on paper. Meditation in Motion.
It’s a crisp, cool morning. (Better than starting off with, “It was a dark and stormy night,” don’t you think?) This is the kind of day that invigorates me and makes me want to get on with things rather than loll away the time in a hammock as Summer entices me to do. To discipline myself to sit here at the computer, when there are a-thousand-and-one-things to be done is almost torture. But as the old adage tells us: Failing to Plan is Planning to Fail by Default.
So I will plan.
A friend confessed to me yesterday that she has ADD. Her husband has ADHD. I KNEW there was a reason I liked them so much! People who possess that ‘affliction’ (and I do not believe it IS an affliction) are incredibly interesting, stimulating and fun to be with. I don’t want you to think I’m being egotistical when I say that I, too, have ADD, but I have all the earmarks. I’m sure my mother had it as well, and her father before her. They say it runs in families. She simply HAD to be be, considering how accomplished she was.
But with ADD comes responsibility.
We need to do one thing at a time. Concentrate on the task at hand. Not juggle six things in the air. Believe that there will be enough time to get everything done that needs getting done. I repeat: Do one thing at a time.
I’m sixty-five. It’s the Eleventh Hour. I’ve trained for this my whole life. But now it’s time to do the FIREWALK.
I need to digress. (See, that’s what ADDers do) I walked across a bed of red hot smoldering coals that measured about 593c/1100f degrees in my bare feet at a Tony Robbins event back in 2003. Wow! What a metaphor for eliminating the fear and resistence of doing anything. I can now look back at that experience and say to myself, “Man, if I can do that, I can do ANYTHING!”
And now, I can say that I devoted five years to the TLC of my mom and what it really was, as far as I understand, is a PhD in focusing on what is really important in Life. When you do that, there is no time for regret, no time for indecision, no time for tears. You simply ask yourself – a million times a day, if necessary, “What is the best use of my time RIGHT NOW?”
If I have to put on blinders and attack one square foot of space at a time, I will do it with the confidence that it will all get done. I will know with conviction that when I do a job with Love and not with resentment or pressure, the ideas will come as to how best to accomplish a task – be it cleaning up the living room, or writing a book … ideas will flow, just as the words on this page have done.