You know that feeling when you wake up with a stomach bug and you spend as much time as you can fighting the nausea? You know you don’t feel well but you know you don’t want to throw up because you HATE throwing up. So instead, you pretend everything is fine. In your mind, you’re [...]
I had set a goal this year to create better habits for myself. Mostly because flossing was on that better habits list and when I eventually find the courage to go to the dentist, I want to be able to say without conviction that I floss daily. Didn’t last long. Maybe a week. My gums still bleed when I even think about flossing, so very little progress has been made there.
I want to make sure that I don't discount my goal for February. The act of minimizing has been a welcomed, refreshing and empowering change. With that said, everything that has come along with it has subsequently been a significant challenge. I've already made one trip to donate 7 bags of clothes and accessories I no longer need, and yet there is so much more stuff mocking me with its presence that I haven't gotten around to. I keep looking at all of the overpriced books I was required to purchase in college and have truly gone through it with them. Do they stay or do they go? For 98% of the last month, they were a definite go. But today, I looked at them again and they looked at me and somehow managed to convince me they belong on my shelf collecting dust for a bit longer before I get fed up with them again and cut the BFA umbilical cord. Soon.
I’m coming to accept that no matter what you feel is okay. While I’m currently working on minimizing the tangible parts of my life this month, I’m also challenging myself to stop minimizing my feelings. Grief is fluid. It’s not that you ever stop hurting or missing the ones you lose, but you learn how to live with it.
Just last week, I was putting my laundry away and seriously considered putting half of it into a donation bag. I will say that I was truly compelled to donate some of my clothing, but in reality, a majority of the reason behind my desire to purge is because I’m inherently lazy, and it was the first time I was actually hanging my clothes up in over a month. I have no issues washing and drying my clothes, but the second the clothing is dry, I would be completely content living out of the dryer. Give it a quick fluff when necessary. There are things that I hate doing, like cleaning the tub, and even that takes precedence over hanging shit.
Okay, so how much do I have to save to take a yearly spending of ~$26,000 and turn it into $625,000? Is anyone interested in purchasing any of my organs? My liver will be on discount following the number crunching that is this month. I've been feeling good about my late 20’s but now I’m pissed that I’m 28 am very not prepared.