A few weeks ago, I was described as an extremely dissonant person. The describer referred to my many interests and hobbies. She remarked that simply trying to list them all would exhaust her. Never having heard the word before, I sort of liked the sound of it. It seemed rather melodic.
When I looked it up after getting home, since I had no idea of what it meant, I found this definition: a harsh, uncivil, disagreeable, or cruel person; lacking order or methodical arrangement or function; chaotic. “ I still like the sound of the word. (I am not so sure of the person who decided it was necessary to share her opinion with me.)
I thought about her opinion a bit and decided that organization is all well and good. It is something that we all need, otherwise we would have mountains of stuff heaped around us, threatening to bury us in an avalanche of treasures at a moment’s notice. However, is it necessary for everything? I sort of like my disorganized group of interests. It really doesn’t matter to me if it seems weird for me to be interested in both knitting and statistics or working with my German Shepherd and the science of Linguistics. If it doesn’t bother me, it shouldn’t bother anyone else.
I have heard many quotes referring to life as a journey. Well, I guess my journey through life will be a slightly disorganized one at the best of times. Since I will be making tracks through life, I’d rather dance. I think Annette Funicello said it best, “Life does not have to be perfect to be wonderful.”
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