Words That Apply

images-3 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.

Remember the plate spinner on the Ed Sullivan show?  imagesThat’s what we learn to do…to keep ours in the air without one dropping.

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.

Words, like buoys in the water.  images-2



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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27 Responses to Words That Apply

  1. micklively says:

    Interesting. I’d say I agree with the thrust of your argument, but there’s a thought nagging in the nether regions of my head, that the ability to assimilate is akin to intelligence. Bringing a skill acquired in one field, to an entirely different kind of problem, can be very rewarding. I find training managers is very like training collies (albeit with less licks). Organising the wine circle is very like herding cats!


  2. When my Mom was alive we had this saying, “in a year this will be funny.” She said it when I had my tonsils out, my appendix removed and my heart broken. Truth is that she was right. She was the one who taught me to compartmentalize and put it in storage for a year. Then look at it in a different light. Sometimes it wasn’t exactly funny but it was over and I wondered why I worried so much. I’m with you with the shrapnel in the ass!

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  3. Patricia says:

    If God gave you more than you could handle you would either be dead or locked away somewhere. Shrapnel in the ass is a pain but it isn’t fatal. It would be almost fatal if it hit your funny bone. At least to your readers.


  4. skinnyuz2b says:

    I never thought of it as compartmentalizing, but that is exactly what I do, Susannah. I love your analogies. It’s so true that events have a different perspective when you look back on them. I’ve often said that if I didn’t laugh about xyz, I’d end up crying or beyond angry. It’s always better to try to see the humor.

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  5. Excellent, and, yes, if you find such a lover, see if he has a sister…

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  6. I’m enjoying the way you put this together. I see compartmentalizing in a more organized way. And, it was an entertaining read too. :O)


  7. Elle Knowles says:

    Compartmentalizing is what I’ve begun to to with mine and H’s life since he is ready to retire soon. I just want all my ducks in a row, neat and tidy, so my kids won’t have chaos on clean-up day when we are both gone, as we had with H’s mothers estate, though I have taken a few good pages out of her book.
    I guess it’s close to the same thing as nesting when you are in your 8th and 9th month of pregnancy. ~Elle

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  8. I learned to do this a few years ago. A counselor advised me to imagine shelves and just put what can wait up on one until you must deal with it or it disappears. They usually did disappear because they were only significant in that moment.


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