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It's one of those days when my clumsy typing fingers cannot keep up with my thoughts, my thoughts are so expansive, luxurious, dripping liquid gold all down my skull, it's a Mardi Gras up in my mind, shiny purples and deep vivid greens and so much faux gold, so tacky and perfect, I love it, I love it.
I have been eating homemade soup and it's a dream come true. I love my simple soups. I love my easy dining.
I hate that my hands hurt so much just typing that small amount, and even my arms, fibromyalgia sucks, but I keep chugging along and drinking coffee at inappropriate times like RIGHT NOW.
I talked to my therapist about how nightmarish this New World is and how it's hard to find a little respite, a little peace, because the nightmare affects my day to day existence, like there is so much I can't do for fear of Covid and for lack of resources, but I am determined to keep doing the little things I can do here and now to try to make my life a little better and give myself more space for meaningful work, meaningful labors of love, creative practices, entertainments, delights, joys, art, music, shows. I can make my homespace conducive to the things I love. The dances and hops. The sing songs. I want to paint. I want to write on PAPER with PEN.
I shall and I will and it starts with this mess of a desk. Today I am going to clear everything except my computer off of my desk and dusk everything and then find new places for the things that were cluttering up my desk up until future me - NEAR future me - in the next five minutes me - cleared them away. Where they will end up, who knows, but my intention is make this desk a jacksnapperly little corner. An inspiring place to hang out. I need a better desk in the future, but for now my only concern is just tidying and decluttering this corner of my little world. Then maybe tomorrow I will begin to sort through the contents of the desk drawers, but maybe I'll just empty the desk drawers and start from scratch.
It's really my favorite approach to decluttering. Taking EVERYTHING away and then putting everything that belongs back after dusting and sweeping. It's like revision.
I like revision.
I have been eating homemade soup and it's a dream come true. I love my simple soups. I love my easy dining.
I hate that my hands hurt so much just typing that small amount, and even my arms, fibromyalgia sucks, but I keep chugging along and drinking coffee at inappropriate times like RIGHT NOW.
I talked to my therapist about how nightmarish this New World is and how it's hard to find a little respite, a little peace, because the nightmare affects my day to day existence, like there is so much I can't do for fear of Covid and for lack of resources, but I am determined to keep doing the little things I can do here and now to try to make my life a little better and give myself more space for meaningful work, meaningful labors of love, creative practices, entertainments, delights, joys, art, music, shows. I can make my homespace conducive to the things I love. The dances and hops. The sing songs. I want to paint. I want to write on PAPER with PEN.
I shall and I will and it starts with this mess of a desk. Today I am going to clear everything except my computer off of my desk and dusk everything and then find new places for the things that were cluttering up my desk up until future me - NEAR future me - in the next five minutes me - cleared them away. Where they will end up, who knows, but my intention is make this desk a jacksnapperly little corner. An inspiring place to hang out. I need a better desk in the future, but for now my only concern is just tidying and decluttering this corner of my little world. Then maybe tomorrow I will begin to sort through the contents of the desk drawers, but maybe I'll just empty the desk drawers and start from scratch.
It's really my favorite approach to decluttering. Taking EVERYTHING away and then putting everything that belongs back after dusting and sweeping. It's like revision.
I like revision.