I never was interested in sports growing up because they were always collaborative and no one would ever collaborate with me. I had trouble expressing myself, with communication, and with being around other people. I still do. I’m better now. When I finally realized I was in dire health and joined a gym, sitting on that rower felt completely natural. Now here was a sport that depended entirely on my efforts and it felt amazing.
What’s my perfect collection look like? Diversity, uniqueness, and quality would make me feel the proudest about owning such a materialistically ephemeral collection. Those three factors must, then, guide my future collecting intentions because I know I’ll get more CDs. Is it merely enough to say that I want to focus on quality over quantity?
How do you balance your professional work with your personal work? Do you shelve your personal work when things get professionally hectic? Do you take a “personal day” off from your professional work to catch up on your personal work? For me, writing is my one true goal, so I must do it daily. There are no compromises. Writing for other people used to count toward my goals. Not anymore! I work for myself daily.
Getting outside yourself can be a useful exercise in developing empathy and not feeling so alone. I know the days I’m feeling in the worst funks, or not feeling like doing much, where I’d rather stay home than meet new people, I think my natural inclination is to go in a hype mode, whereas, why not just go anyways? If you’re awkwardly standing around, that’s fine, because maybe you’ll find some others similarly feeling awkward?
Compared to when I initially kicked it into high gear, I haven’t been packing as much these past few days. The analysis fatigue of processing so much data might be exhausting me. I’ve been looking at this same half-full box for weeks. Though I’m toward the end of listening to most everything in my collection, and there are some good choices, still it feels like the bottom of the barrel. I shouldn’t slow down now.
I haven’t written about “The Story” lately, so, is the project dropped? Far from it! Just because most of my time is spent sorting through the remainder of my possessions that haven’t been boxed up yet doesn’t mean scenes won’t pop up. When I’m taking a break, I might imagine Trishna and Pollyanna posing for a cute holiday photo, or when I’m eating lunch, I might wonder how John would eat or shave his face…
In order to do this, I must first do that. In order to do that, I must first do… everything. These sorts of distracting dependencies, especially when we don’t have a structure for executing certain plans, have probably been my biggest source of clutter. Even last night, I bought a coffee grinder, but in order to use it, I must first read how to use it. But, wait! The weather is good, so let me…
If I weren’t borderline ill, I’d bring this mini-rower outside to take shots of it in the snow, and possibly even row in the snowfall, because it is the solution to a lingering question I’ve had for a few weeks now: How will I keep rowing after I move? While my loud, proud Concept2 Model B is an ideal piece of machinery, this humble, discontinued Precor 612 will do just fine. With some adjustments, of course.
The day I wrote this essay saw a historic event for Seattle, Washington with the closure of one of its major traffic routes. Did I go? No. I spent the better part of the day shuffling my antiquated media husks. I alphabetized DVDs, prepping them to pack while listening to CDs, and decided what to keep and what to donate/sell. It was even a nice day out! Would I trade all these for digital equivalents?
As excited as I am to be making bold strides toward living a life closer to the one I want to live, where I can go fully experience new things without being weighed down with past experiences via the clutter that hoards my memories and mindset, concerns over my property, or even just having to deal with packing or moving, there’s still so much left to do, even after I arrive at my next residence.