At the end of three months of not working for a living, it's time for the re-evaluation that I promised myself. The restlessness of the first two months has subsided, and the process of "cleaning house" has gained some momentum. Besides shredding paper, discarding irrelevant remnants of the past, and flattening (for recycling) the boxes that stored them, I dusted off some of the relevant, but neglected, intentions in my life's attic, and am trying them out around the house, looking for the best spot for them.

So, besides "new experiences," which I'm not inclined to parade in public, I'm involved actively with the CLTF and, peripherally (so far) with DfMA & DFA Boston. Picking up Spanish (and other languages) hasn't happened yet, much to my disappointment. I am, however, making headway in sorting out the physical chaos that I inhabit. The progress has been slow, yet enlightening. Being at peace with not "working" has been more of a challenge than I had anticipated. The joy of flow in either creative engagement or disengagement requires unlearning the internalized imperatives of our productivity-centric world, as much as deciphering the beats of our organic rhythms in the cacophony of our over-informed lives. In attempting this, I've managed not to fall into the abyss of navel-gazing - though I've sometimes teetered on the brink - because, well, I'm a social animal, and I need to play with an orchestra, or two, or three...

Evidently, my physical chaos is a manifestation of my mental disarray, so, given the progress I've made, I'd say this experiment is worth continuing. The next evaluation will be in two months. Meanwhile, I hope to be more frequently expressive here, in my virtual corner of the real world.

[idleness | flow]

4:25:55 PM