“Eclecticism is the degree zero of contemporary general culture: one listens to reggae, watches a western, eats McDonald’s food for lunch and local cuisine for dinner, wears Paris perfume in Tokyo and “retro” clothes in Hong Kong; knowledge is a matter for TV games. It is easy to find a public for eclectic works.”
Dear readers,
I created this wordpress.com site with the concept of leading others to brilliance, beauty, and energy. What a self-aggrandizing goal that started to become…
So I decided to center my work on three aspects of my journey: balance, beauty, and education, with the controlling connection of enlightenment among the three. However, as I am not enlightened (self-actualized a bit but certainly not at guru status), I figured to leave the scope of enlightenment out of my focus.
Enlightenment should be merely a secondary reward for achieving personal balance, for reflecting beauty even in difficult environments, and for seeking education in all manners of being.
My target audience is the education seeker. Whether she is a parent of an honors student or he is the college freshman attempting to carpe-diem his way through a social life and fall in love with his teaching assistants (each of them), I have some thoughts to aid you.
- Like a proper living room, a journey needs balance and beauty.
Today’s lesson is simple: use Gretchen Rubin’s One-Minute Rule. Not putting off what can be so incredibly easily accomplished in under a minute actually staves off stress and builds self-confidence. Seriously, try it. I started with my desk when the students are writing their minute-reflections during a lesson. I have to control the clock for their benefit, so I never get lost in a task… no vacuuming the curtains anymore (I used to do this thinking I was straightening the house), but now I do a tiny bit one minute at a time.
Unintended reward: By using the One-Minute method, I am able to prioritize the physical manifestations of eclecticism in a design style. Do I really want this dust trap? What would Jean François Lyotard say about Postmodernism and my mail pile?
ctolle 