Today I have been discombobulated.
I feel a visit to the Recombobulation unit is required.
Bank Holiday Mondays do this. A longer weekend, a shorter working week, my internal calendar all askew and confused. Tomorrow should be Tuesday but it’s Wednesday.
Patterns in our lives, conscious and unconscious – we cannot escape them. Somehow I am conditioned to believe today is Monday, because I have returned to work.
When is a pattern constraining and when is it useful? The pattern of the week helpfully allows me to unconsciously orient myself, but what do I lose? Do we lose sight of possibilities, tied down by the pattern? Does a pattern that becomes a habit make us lazy, rigid, stuck? Maybe there are many more unseen patterns in our lives, driving us down certain pathways?
Recombobulate. Recombobulate. Recombobulate.
Now I’m a Dalek !