Insidiousness creeps in quicker than I realize. I could be having a nice, calm day when something causes me to enjoy less of about reality. I get more impatient. I care less about my surroundings and what happens. I can usually notice this reckless behavior after I have exhibited trace behaviors that might not even be noticeable for most. That’s when I have to face myself in the mirror most and face down this beast:
I can’t recall the last piece of merchandise I bought at a show. While I have hunches on the band and items, I just haven’t found any black concert shirts that I needed to add to my collection lately, and I guess that’s the root cause of my clutter: I acquired basically anything I fancied, but rare is the item I truly wanted. If it doesn’t remind you of an incredible experience, is it clutter?
While I was cleaning this cooler in the warming spring air, my patio dripping with two coats of soap, I realized that six months ago I would have never spent more than five minutes on something so “mundane” as cleaning. I have plenty of fun things to write and myriad opportunities await my edited and published writings! Why would I waste thirty minutes cleaning some boring cooler? Besides for duty, such activities inspire extraordinary ideas.
I recently emptied two shelf sections; unlike months or years ago, where I’d compulsively need to fill that space with something, now I don’t have that same compulsion; it’s wonderful. The space shown below is already claimed by these boxes containing my CD collection when I can retrieve them, but I have no plans for the other space. No future tenants scheduled to move in. I’m now starting to value the freedom of empty space.
“If you cannot measure it, you cannot change it!” For years, I just casually monitored my calorie intake, and did decently… until recently. Investing the time in learning how to work with numbers in spreadsheets, even rudimentarily like tracking calories, has paid off substantially for me. Seeing objective examples is helping me understand my subjective reality. Once I start rowing again, we’ll see more substantial changes, although these spreadsheets are also reminders to be careful.
Somewhere between the concert where I acquired this piece of shiny plastic – maybe at the Marilyn Manson show, or maybe a Sabaton show – and its final resting place, in this pile of garbage, grimed by months spent in a greasy box full of dirty tools and assorted items from deep in my old basement, I lost this confetto’s meaning. If only I’d tucked it away in some album or attached a note, right? Probably not…
“I have a question for you.” “…I have an answer for you![1, 2]” From here, we built a world, the details of which should not matter here besides to refresh my memories as being a nice conversation. What is important is starting off with the biggest details: What do you want this world to be like? Is it X meets Y? From there, tell me who inhabits this world. I’ll tell you who inhabits “The Story.”
Spoilers?: None (just wandering world-exploring)
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If life is a highway, the until recently, I’ve been driving in the faster lanes for years. I won’t reveal the exact date and time that thought went off in my head, which said “you will die if you keep driving like this,” but I can assure you that it was within the last six months. I’ve seen too many figurative car wrecks, stalls, and clear collisions to want any of that for myself, thanks.
My scope with Moving Zeal was completing the move of a 7+-year hoarder. What’s the scope of this sequel ebook? Does it end when I’ve sorted through every box of miscellaneous things and either repacked or donated/sold them? Is it after I’ve taken down the downsizing racks and reclined into a mindset focused on writing fiction? Or is it after I’ve sufficiently detached from aesthetic materialism? Since this ebook is about learning, the answer is…
I think clutter accumulates because we get distracted with what we own, refocus on new shinies, and forget about what will become little more than background noise in our minds. I am sharing these photos in a public venue, with only minimal censorship of labels, so reader and writer can observe this downsizing project for what it is, and, so by the end, we can see the physical process as well as my learning process.