Do you ever forget to breathe?


breathing
Breathing is good. I’m told I should do it at least once or twice an hour! 🙂

IN September when I went to visit the cardiologist for the first time he asked if I’m ever short of breathe.  And when I’m doing things that has not been a problem.

But I have always been able to block out distractions and focus on whatever was only mind at the time and I have realized since talking with the Cardiologist that sometimes I’m too busy to breathe.

Do you know what I mean?  I’m so caught up in what I’m thinking that I don’t think to breathe and then I kind of have to take a couple big ‘uns to get caught up.

The fact of the matter is, there are times, and things, that ARE more interesting than JUST breathing.  But you can’t get away without breathing just because you find something else more interesting.

I guess that’s part of the reason we have decided to use our time here in Grenada to get caught up on little things.

Defining Natural

I have talked before about the way our belongings seemed to find natural places to live in Journey but that now in Serendipity we have been having a hard time finding equally natural places for our belongings.   What constitutes a feeling of naturalness?  Like breathing which is a natural thing to do, but sometimes I forget to do it, knowing where to look for things, for your belongings, isn’t as natural a thing as we might think.

Too often things that 'look' natural are, in fact, not natural -- they are highly manipulated to APPEAR natural.
Too often things that ‘look’ natural are, in fact, not natural — they are highly manipulated to APPEAR natural.

Remember the last time you couldn’t find something you wanted, and all the places you looked in search of it?  Why did you look in all those places?  Was it because your brain thought any or all of them might have been the natural place to find that lost object?  Or was your brain retracing your steps?  Or were you pondering the inconsistencies of your own behavior.

With Peg and I living in a 40 foot coach when someone loses something it seems inevitable that we both go searching for it. My dear wife will ask me, “did you put it here?”  And sometimes I’ll reply (not really curtly, but I’m sure sometimes it feels as if I’m being curt) “No, I’d never put it there.”   And I wouldn’t — but evidently she would have! 🙂

Our roadside cabinets
Our roadside cabinets
salad bowl
salad bowl

On the roadside of the coach we have 5 overhead storage cabinets that run the length of the roadside front slide.   The three rear cabinets quickly became our pantry.  Directly opposite the ‘kitchen’ it was the perfect place to store most of our staples.  But… The front two cabinets…. Aiyyyyyyy….. those have never made sense for anything.  We have a large salad bowl in there.  Extendable RodsThen there are our spring-loaded refrigerator bars.  A Flashlight.  PlastiMAG LIGHTc nesting storage containers (that fit inside the salad bowl).  A scale for measuring recipe quantities, and an entire litany of other miscellaneous items that bear no relationship to each other whatsoever, including one of my cameras, and a walk-around lens.

It’s time for me to play that time honored game:  Three of these things belong together….

I am determined to find some rhyme or reason behind this!

I realized the day that I tackled the basement storage that I probably have 5 or 6 boxes with various electrical cords, extension cords, power strips, etc.  I don’t need all those, but I haven’t wanted to throw any of them away until I was sure that I had at least one of each of those I use regularly (and two of some of the ones I use a lot).   Now — don’t ask my why I have 5 or 6 boxes with them — it would have made a lot more sense to put them all into ONE box — except, of course, for the fact that I didn’t realize I HAD 5 or 6 boxes of them!  ARGH.

left_handed_people_are_always_rightOrganization is no more a ‘natural’ thing than is a computer program ever ‘intuitive.’   We each bring our private quirks to organization and what may make perfect sense to one is ridiculous to someone else.  I’m left-handed.  I have been in a state of war with right-handers my entire life.  From those folding auditorium desks on the wrong side, to being corrected for ‘writing upside down’ I have rarely found a truce between myself and those who would compel me to behave in ways totally ‘un-natural’ for me.

The bottom line in all of this is that There’s No Right Way to RV.  What’s natural to me, isn’t natural for you.  Just because we found instant organization in Journey doesn’t mean that it will happen the same way with Serendipity – in fact, it has NOT happened. There’s nothing wrong with that.  It’s OK.  In fact, it’s OK in the same way that it’s OK to realize that just because you’re RV’ing you don’t have to try to see the entire U.S. in your first year, or visit all the family members in the first year; or even visit all the family members at all — it’s OK to let them come to visit you.

I guess I have done this same dance even before we went mobile.  If I’m honest with myself the topic of being better organized is something I have struggled with all my life.  I don’t like categorizing things and as a result organization has never been easy — nothing seems to need to be in any particular category.  I’m a photographer — there are no (or not very many) true blacks or true whites; the world is composed of grays — admixtures of black and white, shades and tones, saturation and hue — and don’t try to force me to see your colors in your way.  I’ll go six months or six years and be perfectly happy — and all of a sudden I get the urge to shake up my world and get better organized.  And I do.  And from each shake up I change; I morph into someone I never was before.

Perhaps that’s why we wanted to live this mobile lifestyle.  To be free to change.  To be free to think new and different thoughts.  To say, “this organization worked just fine until now — but NOW I want a different organization, a different take on things, a different outlook, a different prospect.”

Perhaps, sometimes I just forget to breathe.  And when I remember, just perhaps, I do it differently than before.

Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll talk with you tomorrow.

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1 Comment

  1. Reblogged this on quirkywritingcorner and commented:
    I loved this! I’ll definitely have to have one of my book characters say the same thing. Breathing is supposed to be automatic and not something you think about, but I have to agree with Peter–there have been a few times when I felt like I was holding my breath.

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