Goals require sacrifices. If I wanted to remain the same depressed, miserable, and terrible person I was years ago, I would continue those self-destructive lifestyles of decadence, clutter, and excess. If I want to experience more of life, write perhaps even professionally and on my terms, and have more autonomy in life, I must sacrifice some elements of myself that hinder progress in those directions. How will I do that? I guess with some resolutions…!
Everything I own now is under a microscope. If I keep an object, it will have a certain burden that I will carry to my next residence, the next, and maybe the next after that. If I don’t keep the object, should I try to sell it or just get rid of it? After kicking this move into high gear, objects no longer seem as interesting, because the question becomes: “when will this become burdensome?”
Sometimes after seeing a show, it will be like all of the motivation and energy is sucked out of me, like I’m sick, but without physical ailments. Maybe it’s expectation versus reality? I get this feeling more often than not when achieving any goal. Once I’ve done it, then what? Find another mountain to climb, another obstacle to overcome, or another thing to see? Sometimes it’s like seeing through someone else’s camera is more exciting.
For me, 2018 is the turning point where albums readjusted to the digital age. For materialistic listeners, we can easily afford and acquaint ourselves with CDs, records, and cassettes. For highlight listeners, it’s easier than ever to legally access just about any album we could think, at least in the top 100. Now we are the gatekeepers. If we like something, we can invest our time before we invest our money. The industry paywall guesswork is gone.
WANNA READ AN ESSAY ABOUT MY THOUGHTS ON ALBUMS AS A WHOLE IN 2018? THEN SEE MY LIST? UNLESS THE FEVER PITCH OF A DRAWING FEATURED HERE DOESN’T CLUE YOU IN TO MY TOP 15, OF COURSE! CLICK HERE TO KEEP ON READING!
It’s easy to procrastinate without a structure. If there is too much ambiguity over what needs to happen next, then we pick the path of least resistance to pleasure. I have four tasks I still need to do this morning, but because it wasn’t clear how to proceed with any of them, I noticed I was about to set off several procrastinative traps. With a structure like this, it’s easier working on projects than procrastinating.
I kept the 10% off coupon in my wallet until the day it expired. I received the coupon after selling off my first batch of clutter – some books I never read on topics that only half-interested me I purchased significantly discounted from some local closing bookstore – and had intended to stop by that favorite store to buy more things at 10% off. Discarding the coupon from its prominent spot was sublimely cathartic. “That coupon was top-of-mind awareness.”
The best gift you can give to yourself is self-trust. Knowing that regardless of how any event turned out, if you trust that you did your best and tried with as much effort as you could muster, then the consequences are trivialities. Take all those negative feelings you have about wishing you could have changed past events and trust that you can act with positive intentions in behaviors that will improve your mind and body.
‘The holiday season was supposed to be easy… I’m not ready for this…’
The computer repair technician was breathing shallowly as she approached the executive wing of Eville Medical, her stylish winter jacket keeping her warm, but perhaps too warm because she felt her forehead sweating.
‘Their meeting is about to start… what if I can’t get the projector to talk to the computer in time? I only have a few minutes… this isn’t good…’
What’s the best gift you can give someone? Something that captures the essence of your relationship in a single object, experience, or meal? Shouldn’t it be a hand-made object that conveys a certain degree of effort and time, which fully expresses the value they’ve brought to your life? Anything else would be rude, right? Considering how often the gifts we give or even receive become common or discarded, shouldn’t we find gifts with more meaning?
I spent about five minutes aligning the lens flare’s blue dot just right. I first motioned the camera so the dot would be inside of two of the branches, then, between the three branches of this tree on the tail-end of my lunch break. This was the only way I could think to calm myself down from the panic attack I had just plowed through, which, somehow I was able to describe while having it.