I’ve been writing over 500 words daily and have started reading a minimum of one page daily; more if I get more time. Before every workweek, I shave my head to a 2″ length and prepare my lunches for the days ahead. It’s difficult to say “I’ll sort through one box per X” or “I’ll put one thing in the donate or sell pile per Y,” but it will be especially important in the next few months.
My dress shirts lay strewn across any surface to collect wrinkles because that was the easiest way to handle them. I did this for years and only over the past few days did it stew in my mind as a problem to solve. Just like any other clutter that accumulates, these problems aren’t because we own objects, rather, it’s that we don’t iron out proper space for those objects. They will accumulate wherever it’s easiest.
I’m happy with where I am and where I’m going. There is always more to do; more to build upon or chisel away. When I look around the apartment-mansion or look at my stomach, there is less of that overwhelming dread that I had with all this “stuff” weighing me down. I’d still like to lose more weight and live in a cheaper place. To get to both, I have to do subtle, frequent changes.
Since moving into the apartment-mansion, my standards for object acquisition have increased so much that it’s actually kind of weird when I buy something; my bank froze my credit card for “suspicious activity,” amounting to a few purchases after months of inactivity. Since you’re reading this in my future, where nearly two months have gone by since I sat in my car writing this, I’m probably still trying to figure out my standards for things.
Worse than participation trophies are the trophies we later collect to represent having done something solely for the purpose of representing that event. Sure, it’s innocuous enough to have an AT power supply with a note on it as some kind of fun representation of an event, but other than interacting with it for a curious second, it’s a waste of space, especially since it doesn’t even represent anything that positive, inspiring, or life-changingly worthwhile.
The salespeople that connive you into believing you have a friendship with them are the worst. It’s that sort of trust we build as friends, where I’ll pay a little more or you’ll clean it up just a little more, which cannot be faked. When I sell goods or services, I try to present myself as honestly as I can to build trust, and maybe friendships form after that. That’s how it should be, but…
We walked about halfway to the counter with the game he wanted to sell before I got distracted with some shiny object or another. I probably wasn’t going to buy anything, but as I looked around the well-lit store, painted in bright colors, warm, and inviting, I couldn’t help but feel inspired, especially as we left the humble store. He bought a new game and I found more friends that would buy my extra games.