In my zealous concern over not wasting material goods, I have wasted plethoric space. Years of kitchen counters filled with grocery store bags I might reuse as trash bags, half-broken boxes that once shipped something else now storing miscellane, along with worn-out boxes with nostalgic prints that make them hard to use but harder to throw out. Do we discard everything now, unless it has an immediate purpose? Should we keep some reusable clutter available?
I need to fix the lighting in my lightbox. Within my mental checklist(s), however, this task has such a low priority that even if all the lights fall over the next few months there will be no significant impact to myself or my projects. I’ve put time sinks like photography for “The Story” on-hold for higher priority tasks, including writing daily, Seattle Indies writing, and Keyboard Kommander development, with my highest-priority task being moving “Zeal.”
They say that once you jump world lines from the normal path, you’re more likely to fall into worse habits. I think it’s merely that once you’ve pushed it to the limit and seen how easy it was to survive, you’re less scared of that. Why should this worry me? I’ve survived much worse, dealt with stronger forces, and recovered my ship’s sails from more turbulent waters, so this is just another storm to pass.
The main problem with owning an unchecked collection of over 1,104 CDs is that though impressive, storage becomes a concern. What should I keep and what should I get rid of depends on one primary question: would I want to listen to this album more than once every ten years? I would run through the embarrassing statistics of what I haven’t heard in over ten years, but that’s online already, so let’s instead explore moving mechanics.
“tganks again for covering cash 4 lunch
ill get lunch @ urban junction
irs at 8th & polaris”
The furniture mover, on a rainy day off, took the bus into Eville to meet one of the people she briefly worked with on a larger move. Partially, the trip was to get out of the house, maybe meet up with some new people, but mainly it was to see if this hip establishment could rekindle her guitar playing interests.
There are some people I’ve talked with over the years where I’ve felt an instant connection, where nothing feels weird, there’s no friction even when we disagree, and even when we don’t communicate our ideas well, there’s a degree of empathy that we’re approaching the topic with mutual respect. For others, there’s conflict and anxiety when just saying “hello.” Of all the characters in “The Story,” John and Trishna will have the closest bantering bonds.
Spoilers?: Minor (exploring character interactions)
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The hair had to go.
This will be a winding series of whys and hows explaining how that seemingly insignificant weight was weighing me down, which is a funny thing to talk about on a purely physical fitness column, but I believe there are myriad crossovers between the many things we hold onto physically and mentally. After all, exercise is decluttering stores of fungible energy we have stored in our bodies in a controlled manner.