"Embrace the Chaos." One of my life mottos. I speak it often because I am still learning to live it out. Rudy reminds me regularly to embrace his chaotic cleaning style. Rudy doesn't clean as I would, one room at a time, in an orderly left to right manner. Rudy races from one speck of dirt to another invisible invader of our home in another room. I've tried to control his method but Chaos is his norm.
Just this this week, Rudy, my robotic vacuum, sneaked into my sewing room. My sewing room is a small world of dangerous papers, tangling threads and sharp objects to be consumed by a determined little robot.
I'd prefer speaking and reasoning with Rudy. "Buddy, Thanks but go clean elsewhere." Rudy never listens.
I've tried to stop him, pick him up and remove him from the danger. Yet I've seen Rudy restarted aim directly to the Danger Zone. He's either very determined or a thrill seeker.
So I employ a trickier method. I pretend to be a wall with my feet and direct his path from the room. I embrace his chaos.
Life is like Rudy. Chaos seems to be the only norm. To live life we have a choice, to fight chaos or to accept it. I am quite a proponent of keeping control of one's life with discipline, planning and purpose. Yet sometimes the universe has a bigger plan. Sometimes I'm happier, more productive and well adjusted if I simply yield to the chaos of Life and look for the benefits.
If I leave Rudy to his own plan, eventually all the house gets vacuumed. He can happily leave dust untouched until the morrow. Given time all the dust bunnies are captured and released into the wild of the trash bag. I really don't want to push a vacuum that often. Therefore I yield to Rudy's plan for grime, in his own time.
Rudy's advice for living: Consider the span of eternity and when appropriate embrace (and enjoy) the chaos of life.
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Just this this week, Rudy, my robotic vacuum, sneaked into my sewing room. My sewing room is a small world of dangerous papers, tangling threads and sharp objects to be consumed by a determined little robot.
I'd prefer speaking and reasoning with Rudy. "Buddy, Thanks but go clean elsewhere." Rudy never listens.
I've tried to stop him, pick him up and remove him from the danger. Yet I've seen Rudy restarted aim directly to the Danger Zone. He's either very determined or a thrill seeker.
So I employ a trickier method. I pretend to be a wall with my feet and direct his path from the room. I embrace his chaos.
Life is like Rudy. Chaos seems to be the only norm. To live life we have a choice, to fight chaos or to accept it. I am quite a proponent of keeping control of one's life with discipline, planning and purpose. Yet sometimes the universe has a bigger plan. Sometimes I'm happier, more productive and well adjusted if I simply yield to the chaos of Life and look for the benefits.
If I leave Rudy to his own plan, eventually all the house gets vacuumed. He can happily leave dust untouched until the morrow. Given time all the dust bunnies are captured and released into the wild of the trash bag. I really don't want to push a vacuum that often. Therefore I yield to Rudy's plan for grime, in his own time.
Rudy's advice for living: Consider the span of eternity and when appropriate embrace (and enjoy) the chaos of life.

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