Do we have any choice but to feel helpless when we’re faced with insurmountable odds? We probably should try to face these impossible odds the same way we might easier odds. Before writing that first sentence, I spilled water on my mousepad. That is easily fixable and not through complaining but through action. If we truly want to return back to a better lifestyle, we must reclaim our senses and act rationally – and not panic.
I hate how much garbage I collected. It’s stuff like junk mail that I didn’t immediately toss out that really upsets me. I’m mad at how bad I had gotten at organizing. I’m seeing progress after filling recycling bins with papers and plastics that weren’t even valuable and filling my garbage bin with junk. That progress is like taking off VR goggles and reacquainting myself with reality, eyes bloodshot, but able to see everything clearer.
Writing is easier for me than breathing, sometimes. Not just when dealing with stress, but in general, I can write for hours at a time without thinking, only stopping when I’m distracted by biological functions. Editing, however, is where the writing can really shine. Sometimes, it’s not needed, but most people enjoy “polished stone” writing. Collecting stuff is, similarly, as easy as writing, but organizing, decluttering, and curation? That’s the same as a well-polished essay.