One Life To Live With A Splash of As The World Turns

People need direction.  They crave it. Well, it can be overwhelming to be the voice of the people, I would imagine.
Just having had a taste, I can tell you that it can be a humbling, ironic situation.  Who am I to tell people what the best whatever is for them?  I was always taught that decisions are multi-layered entity.  What is good for me may not be the best choice for someone else.  How could I ever tell anyone what they should do with their own personal lives?  Yet, often I am pushed into this position because people love being told what to do.  They are like ships that want to be guided.
Which highlights my impatience with organizations that take that demand and wield it into something ugly or selfish.  It is very simple to do, understand.  Everyone has a bit of the greed-monster.  Think you don’t?  Go inside a department store and mentally tell yourself: I am only going to buy this one thing. Go ahead.  Now, walk the aisles deliberately slowly.  Damned if you don’t return to the register with a handful of useless items that had nothing to do with your original purpose.  Now consider that each of those items is a reward.  Isn’t it simple to want more than is necessary?  The average American lifestyle is wrought with new gadgets and do-dads that will make you thinner, smarter, faster, and stronger.  That’s the reason you or someone you know has bought the Suzanne Somers contraption that she “squeezed, squeezed, squeezed” between her knees as well as the George Foreman grill.  C’mon.  You know you did.
Now consider the opposite side of the spectrum: consuming to literally self-satisfy and hide one’s own issues.  The need to feel loved replaced by an urgent need to hold onto items. If the popular show “Hoarders” isn’t a cautionary tale of how troubled people have manifested their troubles into outward collections of things, then I don’t know what is.  Garbage, pets, toys, clothes and various household objects are given sentimental value.  The hoarder defends the idea that these extensive, irrational collections are necessary…and they are, but only to the hoarder. It is a life gone awry, a desperate attempt to hold onto memories–and the past–without reason.  But just like the organizer that’s often brought in to psycho-analyze and get the hoarder to recognize their own illness, I am often the one to lead the horse.  Without judgement, I just inform the person that it is necessary and important to come to their own conclusions.  I think that this is a valuable and worthwhile position so as not to really make too many waves and to inspire the person to find their own way.  Individual paths may not always be what we expect, but that’s the point of living life independently.  It can be as messy as we want it to be.  There is no right or wrong.


About Lisa Perez

Lisa M. Perez is a published poet, editor, copywriter, public speaker and artist. The co-creator of the first ever ArtSpace in Jersey City, member of IUOMA (International Union of Mail Artists), and administrator for an online Mail Art group, Lisa supports the arts and advocates for creativity. Her successful, Art Journal and "Notes from my Brain" series are ongoing projects that evolve with the artist. In addition to being an active blogger since 2005, Lisa scripts and edits copy for various online articles and videos. In September 2017, she was a guest-speaker and virtually chaired a YOGA Recovery meeting. In her spare time, Lisa studies, reads, and creates while maintaining a day job in a STEM field and being a full-time fur-mommy to her shih-tzu, Cher.
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