beautiful chaos

Apparently, I spoke too soon of experiencing a calm sense of contentment. For today, I found myself swept up in the whirlwind encircling me. However, I am not suggesting a current state of discontent, only a revival of the chaos that had temporarily gone into hiding. I suppose what I am beginning to discover is that chaos is not always the enemy. In a rare form, chaos can be both beautiful and fulfilling. After all, isn’t that what propelled me into this field in the first place? A daily routine that can barely be characterized as routine at all, instead comprised of changing environments and changing interactions on a moment to moment basis. I’ve never done well if I stick with one particular thing for too long a time. Boredom easily takes over and I find myself wanting something new, different, exciting. And in essence, chaos is the mixture of newness and diversity and excitement. It is the combination of so much occurring at once, the culmination of various facets of life tumbling together into one specific piece of time. And so, ultimately, the prominent portion of my days is spent amidst the whirlwind of chaos. And yet I look around me, and through the rapidly swirling layers of body, mind, and soul, what I find is beauty. In the middle of this whirlwind, my life is the epitome of beautiful chaos.