Florence, Autumn 2019 I’m a project person. We all have projects going, but as a project person I view everything I do as a project, My life is a project! When events and situations arise, they become projects. As a kid I was always creating projects. My bedroom (and closet) was full of them. Projects became the invisible framework for the way I led my life.
I’ve never discussed the term project person with anyone, much less read about the every day mental process that a project person personally goes through. I might see a final project or read about some of the process that went into it, but that’s not what I’m considering as I write this. I’m trying to unravel how process people craft and live their lives. All I have is myself as a model. In fact, I’m making this all up as I write. Ah, a writing project. Thought and language.
As a project person I notice that I don’t lead a haphazard, random, unthought out, or disconnected life. My project start with my morning routine, and continues as I visit church people, send emails, write this blog, read, do a jigsaw puzzle, and prepare dinner—all under the rubric of daily routine. These daily routine projects, however, aren’t enough to keep me from feeling in disarray, purposeless, or bored. I need to produce a tangible project that others can benefit from, that can make a positive difference to people beyond my circle of friends and acquaintance.
Which lead me to a current project idea that is moving around in my mind, body, spirit. A writing project, which doesn’t surprise me, for writing is often what I turn toward. I’m going to post this and get writing.
P.S. My best writing place, need I remind you, is in Florence.
I’ve never discussed the term project person with anyone, much less read about the every day mental process that a project person personally goes through. I might see a final project or read about some of the process that went into it, but that’s not what I’m considering as I write this. I’m trying to unravel how process people craft and live their lives. All I have is myself as a model. In fact, I’m making this all up as I write. Ah, a writing project. Thought and language.
As a project person I notice that I don’t lead a haphazard, random, unthought out, or disconnected life. My project start with my morning routine, and continues as I visit church people, send emails, write this blog, read, do a jigsaw puzzle, and prepare dinner—all under the rubric of daily routine. These daily routine projects, however, aren’t enough to keep me from feeling in disarray, purposeless, or bored. I need to produce a tangible project that others can benefit from, that can make a positive difference to people beyond my circle of friends and acquaintance.
Which lead me to a current project idea that is moving around in my mind, body, spirit. A writing project, which doesn’t surprise me, for writing is often what I turn toward. I’m going to post this and get writing.
P.S. My best writing place, need I remind you, is in Florence.