Organised chaos

Organised chaos is defined as a situation where there appears to be a lot of confusion and not a lot of organisation, leading to surprise when good outcomes are achieved.

My once ordered mind is now in a permanent state of organised chaos.

I may plan to do various activities over the course of a day/week but cannot logically process how each of these tasks fits in my timeline or with each other.  Historically, I was a master-multi-tasker and could, for example, bake a cake while studying and writing a menu plan (also singing along to whatever music happened to take my fancy that day).

I now live in a world of vagueness.

So vague in fact, that I’m uncertain as to whether this post is bemoaning my loss of organisation or applauding my new “yeah whatever” take on life.

Let’s consider holidays, as in going away somewhere with the family rather than merely being off school/work and sitting around in your PJs eating ice cream, and a typical conversation that old me would have had with hubby.

  • me: (phones hubby) are you able to take the second week in August off?
  • hubs: (checks work diary) yeah looks ok, why what are you thinking?
  • me: well we need to go on holiday and if we go that week then it’s in the middle of the school holidays blah blah blah
  • hubs: yeah sounds good, where do you want to go?
  • me: I’ve looked online and there are a few places in <insert location> that have loads of stuff nearby to visit, the accommodation looks lovely and it’s close enough to be able to walk into town etc etc…
  • hubs: yeah sure, just book somewhere

Please note the point of this is to demonstrate my obsessive planning brain BC (before cancer) not to imply that my lovely hubby is disinterested.

Compare that to now.

  • me: (at home sometime around 9pm) we should go on holiday
  • hubs: (pulls face – ew a week away with the kids) yeah I guess so
  • me: I don’t know where though
  • hubs: no, me neither
  • me: shall we look online?
  • hubs: yeah ok
  • me: (brings up Hoseasons on laptop, selects random week in August)
  • me: erm, where shall we look?
  • hubs: dunno, central England then it’s not too far to drive
  • me: ok, which county?
  • hubs: erm, don’t mind
  • me: oh I’ll leave them all in then

So, the conversation goes on and we refine the search by number of bedrooms, whether there’s onsite parking and whatever else takes our fancy, then start at the top of the list (Hoseasons helpfully ordering low to high prices), get to one we think looks nice and agree that it’ll be fine.  Holiday booked with no thought of what we’ll do when we get there or even where it is (somewhere in Herefordshire apparently).

Old brain would have been in meltdown at this point.
New brain is as chilled as a reggae singer relaxing in vat of chocolate.

Old brain would be reaching for a notebook while searching the internet for ‘best things to do in Herefordshire’.  New brain is ‘how far is the nearest parkrun?’.

Old brain would be packing sufficient groceries so that we didn’t have to worry about what we’d eat when we get there or breakfast for the entire week.  New brain checks where the nearest supermarket is.

I’m sure the holiday will be fine, unplanned, make it up as we go along fun, and new brain is happy with that because new brain has the organisational skills of an amoeba and new brain really doesn’t give a —-!

I’ll let you know how holidaying in organised chaos works out when we return, until then… I just need to make sure I packed enough running stuff.

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Hi, I'm Karen, creator of which is home to my poetry, art and general ramblings. I am the author two collections of poetry, 'Kaleidoscopic Beauty' & 'I am the Stars in the Sky', and the children's book 'All That Glitters' (not yet published). I also enjoy running.

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