The Chaos Imperative is big on meetings. Hanging around chatting strikes the authors as highly productive in their chaotic way.
Yesterday, following a few hours of writing, I met with #2 daughter. We went through our various quarterly reports and made some decisions. We strolled over to the Fresh Market next and chatted as I collected rice-quinoa mix and Tuscan garlic pasta sauce and whatnot.
Next up was a faculty meeting, which devolved fairly quickly into a discussion of romantic relationships. Apparently our school has a form people are supposed to fill out when they plan a consensual relationship. I thought those forms were jokes.
Next up was a meeting at the museum. We went through their site audit and they had lots of sensible questions, all of which I was able to answer. They also had good coffee, pastry (“a cavalcade of sweets” was what the email announcing them said, I’m told) and a stunning view, plus original art in the conference room.
It was a productive day. Not stressful at all.
#1 daughter thinks it was because we were well prepared. I thought maybe it was because there were new ideas. The Chaos Imperative would suggest that it was the white space — roaming the grocery, driving, allowing my mind to wander as the department discussed sexual harrassment, open discussion of options at the museum…
I don’t know. I’m thankful, though.