Using that whole Facebook thing for work-related communication has been a terrifying test of focus but today proved a successful tab to my Firefox window because not only did I step into some pleasant lunch plans through the illustrious chat function, I was in position to stumble over this column of inspirational clarity- thanks of course to Father Michael. At first I was feeding my recent addiction to A N Y T H I N G involving "Where the Wild Things Are" but as I indulged my momentary obsession, I was extremely grateful that the work day was coming to a close, allowing me to dig into these ideas and come to terms with some of the Wild Things inside of myself.
Though I feel like Paul Bloom's idea that our multiple selves are fighting for control is a little more competitive than what I'm pretty sure is happening inside my head- the cross-situational instability caused by a subconscious collision of desires is an incendiary source of indecision and remorse. Understanding the cause of anything bad makes us think we can fix it, but as soon as I began to list the different ways I could convince the multiple selves to get along, they start fighting about how. This paradox of Wild Things helps us understand that there is no way to equalize their desires, we just have to keep loving with all of our hearts and creating with all of our abilities- even when they're acting up.
Both of my parents are crafty people in completely different ways- my dad builds boats in his spare time, while my mom assembles the most insane collection of scrapbooks known to man. I'm thankful that I they past their creative tendencies to your truly because I have discovered so many outlets where all of the wild things inside of me can be silenced by the tedium of producing.
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