What is something others do that sparks your admiration?
In the grand theater of life, where the stage is set with a myriad of characters and the script unfolds with unpredictable twists, there emerges a quality worthy of admiration – the art of compartmentalization. As I navigate the intricate web of interactions, decisions, and the ever-changing kaleidoscope of personalities, I find myself marveling at those who wield the skill of compartmentalization with effortless finesse.
Compartmentalization, a mental juggling act akin to spinning plates, has been my stalwart companion in the circus of daily life. Yet, last year, I stumbled, and the plates wobbled. Admiration, then, is directed towards those who consistently master this art, gracefully navigating the tumultuous seas of diverse encounters.
In my realm, where decisions ripple into the lives of many, the ability to compartmentalize becomes a beacon of sanity. It’s not just about fairness, a quality I ardently strive to embody; it’s about shielding oneself from the weight of accumulated experiences. It’s the secret ingredient in the elixir of resilience.
As I observe those who can consume 4,000 calories a day without a visible trace, a whimsical admiration blooms. Olympic swimmers, the exception to the caloric rule, elicit a chuckle, but the true marvel lies in their metabolism wizardry. But I digress. A slight detour into the realm of humor amidst the admiration.
Then there are the fearless souls who soar through the skies without a flutter of anxiety during takeoff. Travel, a passion I cherish, is inevitably accompanied by the dreaded “takeoff” feeling. Admiring those who traverse the skies with serene calmness becomes a nod to conquering fears, a trait I tip my metaphorical hat to. But, I digress again.
Yet, amidst the quirks and whimsy, a profound admiration nestles for those who remain unruffled, untouched by the tempest of provocations. While my temper, for the most part, remains tethered, cheaters, unfairness, and unkind comments unfurl the sails of my indignation. Admiring those impervious to the storm becomes a silent applause for emotional poise. Although, sometimes I wish that others would also get riled up.
In the final act, the spotlight shines on those who extend helping hands, even if their generosity tiptoes into excess. A salute to the unsung heroes, the perpetual givers, is a testament to the enduring beauty of kindness.
But I have severely digressed. It’s one of my many quirky traits. Today, I mean to spotlight the masters of compartmentalization, those who weave the threads of resilience and sanity in the tapestry of existence. Box it in. Box it out.
Categories: Culture, identity, Leadership, mental health, Psychology, society, workplace
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Much to be said for the ability to compartmentalise.
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SMiLes Dear Savvy my Father in Law Enforcement Surely Was A Master
Of Compartmentalizing Any Expression of Fear and Anxiety Not Too Many
Folks make it as Far As He Did With 46 Years Unless They Are Masters
Over Fear and Anxiety Although
in His Dreams Yes Nightmares then
It Seemed to come out That Way
As A Young Motorcycle Cop A
Car Ran Into Him on Duty
This Way Sending Him
Far Up into the Air
Coming Back
Down On His Back
When He Slept His Hands
Still Gripped The Handle Bars
Of That Motor Cycle Hanging on For
Dear Life Yet When He Woke Up No
Remnants of Fear and Anxiety at All
Yet It’s True Compartmentalizing
Has Its Negative Consequences
Too as We Never Really Got
An Opportunity to get to
Know Him As Home
Was His Shut-Down
Place True We Do What
We Have to Do to Survive
i Tend to Let it All Out Now
As True i Was Mostly Silent for
The First Couple of Decades in Marriage too
Oh Dear Lord Now There Are Some Days my
Wife Probably Misses the Silent Days Yet True
At Least
i Am Here
And i No Longer
Have to Dream to
Recognize She’s Home With me…
The Human Mind is A Nether Land
to Explore And Finally Master For LoVE iN Peace
Takes a Lot of
Practice
Pot Holes
And The Such
To Dodge to Ride the Wave on Top..:)
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If I couldn’t compartmentalize, I wouldn’t be able to write. I’m using my little program Freedom – which blocks the internet – when writing, but I hadn’t realized it also focuses my attention and frees me from even thinking about the outside world, for long enough to get something done.
I KNOW what I’m doing when I do it, choose it deliberately, and KNOW it works. Teaching myself that got me through my PhD thesis and many other tricky periods when I ended up at home, chronically ill, and took on the task of homeschooling three bright kids I felt would be wasted on a school system. But it was the same when I could still work, and would bury myself in sticking with a computer program until I could make it do what it was supposed to.
There’s always something else you could do – you have to choose.
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Oops Long Day of Dance And Song
Make That Dear Miriam As Savvy is
On the
Other
Side of the
World Posting
Every Single Day too hehe..:)
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