my time as a sixty something includes another 14 months, plus or minus. at some point i decided this decade would be spent feng shui-ing my life (so far.)
i view this 10 year period as my time to arrange all the disorder (until now) and ready for that proverbial forth quarter. it’s been a work in progress. a struggle.
in addition to always working at the bench i’m also cognizant of trying to stay organized. it’s all practice. i make the bicycles and also try to knoll as i go.
i’m worried that my goal of an organized life is a fantasy. fantasies are okay, right? nod. i’m also an affirmation junkie and need a fix. tell me clutter isn’t the enemy.
richard daley said, “the policeman isn’t there to create disorder; the policeman is there to preserve disorder.” politics and eras aside, he’s describing me.
All This By Hand