I’ve been using the term, compartmentalize, a lot lately, more to myself than to others. Having so much going on in various areas, I need to keep everything in their rightful place insuring one doesn’t bleed into the other…like separating your whites and colors.
Its formal meaning : a verb…to divide in sections or categories. To pigeonhole, group, classify or label – brand, rank, sort and rate.
To stay in its own lane so to speak, as if you were driving on the Long Island Expressway.
It’s also an art to be honed since, compartmentalizing your problems, allow you to go on despite their bullying.
I also think taking all that comes slowly, minus panic, helps a great deal. I’m Italian so the littlest thing puts me out on the ledge. Everything passes, good and bad, is a mantra I keep in my back pocket when problems begin to machine gun like a sniper aiming at my head.
I’m always hearing, God doesn’t give you more than you can handle and I say…HAH…to that as I’m picking shrapnel out of my ass. I do believe we are tested for strength…taxed, challenged, probed and put through our paces just to see how well we’ll do. Why, I don’t know, but I see it’s a matter of endurance, like a potato sack race where you stumble, fall then somehow get up again.
We decide how to handle it all. I go to bed at night leaving everything that ails me outside the front door knowing it will be waiting right where I left it the next morning bright-eyed and bushy tailed. If only I could find a lover like that.
Another trick is remembering in the long run, how will any of it matter when we’re six feet under or sprinkled over Brooklyn Bridge.
Compartmentalizing gets us through our day since it isolates, detaches, catalogs and divides our lives into manageable units, parts, segments and bits so we can actually get from A to B with a certain amount of grace.
Keeping those balls in the air insures serenity can still keep her place.
I just wish it was easier.
Oh well. Maybe in my next life.