One day I hope to have a job with flexible hours. Being mentally alert but bodily exhausted during my beloved night watches is rather disheartening. Ugh...mornings. Enough. Think happy thoughts: spiderwebs outside with no chance of running into them, sharpies, antique blocks, raspberry cordials. There, that's better.
I am reinstating my habit of getting rid of one item a day. This is not a strict rule, and there are no limits on the item's size or personal import. It's quite fulfilling to toss things, and will be especially beneficial to continuously downsize as an antidote to the outrageous materialism of the OC. Thus far, I have observed it to be somewhat less about appearance than expected (note the qualifiers) and more about accumulating. However, that could be because I have been spending gift certificates to decorate my room and explore/get out in the evenings. Now that I'm getting my bearings and also making/meeting up with friends I will try to avoid getting sucked into the multitudes of shopping malls (at least not regularly). Working for a nonprofit also helps to keep me grounded.
Now to bed. Drat.
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