I like the idea of exploring everything and everywhere I can. There will be some experiences I cannot have, but the more experiences, even if incomplete or partially-understood, can help explain the contexts of other experiences. For games like Jill of the Jungle, they show a sort of discipline for acquiring a new skill then returning back to practice that skill out in a new area, whether it’s platforming or clearing out your writing backlog…
Waiting through an entire set, wading through a flooded concert hall, without gold stanchions and red velvet rope to guide us along, with others asking about the end of the line as we had before finding it as the needle-in-the-haystack it had been for us, wishing the connivers or crimeless wouldn’t casually cut, washing threatened thoughts from mind to avoid aggression, wondering what merchandise to buy, wandering through the budget of our imagination, we arrived.
“How many miles is on it can you double check on the year and what is the lowest you would take?
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“The truck should be a ‘95 and the lowest we’ll take is [$100 more than what I advertised].”
That exchange from 2012 summarizes my thoughts on selling. Buyers feel they’re entitled to the lowest possible value around. Nah, dude, if you wanna buy it, don’t lowball me before you even see it.
I once knew how it was like to feel healthy. I once knew how it was like to wake up and not be inflicted with invisible pains far beyond my comprehension. In those days, I took for granted this health of mine, and didn’t take care of myself as well as I could have. Now that when I wake up, I either feel terrible or worse, it’s hard to stay motivated to do anything productive.
I haven’t been able to row consistently in weeks since these headaches have controlled most facets of my health, so I’ve had to learn to moderate my calorie consumption so I don’t become too overweight. Last year, I started counting calories, and burned off a noticeable amount of weight. Before the New Year, I started graphing out the common foods I eat along with their contents to see if they’re good for me or not.
Do you have too many ceremonies surrounding planning to do things? Does work seem easier because you do what you’re asked or told to do? One of the bigger elements of my own personal clutter is managing my relationship with deciding whether tasks “to do” are even worth doing. If they were worth doing, I’d schedule the time to do them. If I have a trick on solving this issue, it’s about removing the ado.
There’s a certain satisfaction in achieving better in life. You have some situation that’s good enough, but maybe something is terrible about it. Work, money, people, life, or anything, really. When that better thing hits you, you can tell: yes! Part of it, for me, is when I remember that I earned it through all my hardships. The other part is the person I was five years ago couldn’t have achieved this, and that’s OK!
I’ve been deleting hundreds of emails for the past hour. Not for any criminal reason. I hoarded thousands of emails over the past ten years and part of the downsizing process involves really figuring out your priorities. If you’re in the US, search your inbox for your social security number, and delete every instance immediately. Otherwise, for me, everything has been about tending to fields. Saying goodbye to certain thoughts so the rest are clearer.
Two months ago, a local company that buys and sells music and such posted that they had received a partial discography: “Come grab some of the albums by the progenitors of Jet Rock n’ Roll, Guitar Wolf!!! No flight to Japan necessary!” This was the post that made me realize the full extent of what I want from life. I have a box full of Nirvana stuff, over a thousand CDs, but soon, not anymore…
Whenever I’ve felt at my worst, psychologically rather than physically, I’ve found that talking to others has usually helped out, even if what we talk about doesn’t directly imply any of those hidden hurdles I’m jumping through. We could be having a polite chat about 10,000 ninja fighting a backhoe, and the subtleties of the interaction could distract, inform, or guide whatever subconscious malaise is causing me to not feel well enough to be my best.