How do we live with the ying and the yang that lives inside all of us? The disparate parts of ourselves. The parts that conflict. The puzzle pieces that don’t fit together because they’re from different puzzles.
I like boxes. Little ones. Wooden ones. Carved ones. The ones that fancy jewelry used to come in.
I don’t like putting things out of sight because then I forget about them.
I am a list-maker extraordinaire. I like the sensation (albeit false) that my lists give me, that of being in control of my world. I like to check things off my list. Correction, I’m a check and cross-off not once but twice kind of gal. Ahhh the feeling of satisfaction.
I don’t like having my time prescribed, it feels constricted like a too tight sweater. I like to have what I call ‘floating time’ where my attention isn’t pre-programmed and it and I wander as we like.
I am an introvert. I get restored by spending time on my own or in small, intimate groups.
I love nothing more than getting up in front of a crowd and teaching a workshop. It gets the blood in my veins singing and my energy crackling.
I love clear, uncluttered space. Clean lines. Beautiful things artfully arranged.
I have invisible super glue sticking me to my possessions. I might not have used something for 5 or more years, yet deep within the recesses of my brain I’m absolutely convinced that I might need it one day.
All of these juxtapositions. Contrary contradictions. Yet they’re all me.
I’ve decided that 2010 will be the year to dance with dichotomy, to make friends with these differences. To accept them. To see them as complementary opposites within a greater whole.
What dichotomies do you dance with?