by Tracey Paleo
Sometimes you just have to ask yourself, “what is all of this about?”
This entire month I have been doing nothing but organizing and “Spring Cleaning” if you will. It’s a funny thing looking through ones papers, files, old photographs and notebooks. It can really put your life into frame.
As I have been attempting to clear a path from my front door to my kitchen through the mountainous piles, I suddenly am getting much more perspective than I’ve had in a long time. Yet all I’ve been able to establish is, “how boring.” My close friends keep assuring me that I am much too hard on myself. That I have been an inspiration, accomplished feats no other human (they know) have even attempted and I have been the driving force behind their own respective “get into gear” modes. However, it occurred to me that, a few years ago, I asked the universe for a great big adventure. I got one. But along the way, I haven’t been very adventurous. I haven’t taken a lot of risk.
A good friend read a chapter out of a branding book to me this evening which said that most people live as if they are working in a balloon factory and that their biggest fear is that a unicorn will suddenly walk in. That made me laugh. But seriously, it does feel like that.
Surrounded by all of this information on my bookshelves and three-ring binders, on my hard drive and everywhere on the net, I’m considering, ‘what is it that I am really trying to do?’ ‘what is the statement I am trying to make?’ ‘am I really saying anything at all that’s important?’ ‘and just what is it I want to say?’ –the profound feeling of going in circles and arriving at the starting line for a race without an exact destination. Hmmmm…didn’t someone tell me that it was all about the journey? yeah…
What is the information age all about? Are we more informed or simply lost in the shuffle? I certainly feel a little water-logged these days wading through the messages. Most of which have hardly any weight or meaning.
A while back I posted a few lines from Lewis Carroll’s, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Right now I’m feeling a little bit like Gia’s Adventures in Los Angeles.
‘Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’
‘That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’ said the Cat.
‘I don’t much care where—’ said Alice.
‘Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,’ said the Cat.
‘—so long as I get somewhere,’ Alice added as an explanation.
‘Oh, you’re sure to do that,’ said the Cat, ‘if you only walk long enough.’
Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. ‘What sort of people live about here?’
‘In that direction,’ the Cat said, waving its right paw round, ‘lives a Hatter: and in that direction,’ waving the other paw, ‘lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they’re both mad.’
‘But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.
‘Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cat: ‘we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’
‘How do you know I’m mad?’ said Alice.
‘You must be,’ said the Cat, ‘or you wouldn’t have come here.’
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Sounds like a normal day in Los Angeles.
Who am I talking to anyway? Is anyone listening?
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