As it is getting dark outside, I am settling into my room. I’ll probably get up one more time to do a little more laundry, but even if I don’t, I’ve gotten a lot done today.
I struggle getting things done ‘for me’. Getting things done for me does not mean “getting a pedicure” or “getting my hair done”. It means that I can remove a little of the clutter that exists in my head and life.
It means walking away from the work that ‘they’ want me to do.
Today, I cleaned the garage - and before I had a chance to change my mind, I took the a whole bunch of stuff to Goodwill - and the trash respectively.
Removing things from my life is my favorite activity these days. I joke that I’m death cleaning, but it’s true. Nobody wants to clean this crap after I’m gone.
It’s time to be alive again - with all of the other people who want to be alive with me.
I need to reach out to a few folks, folks who I have a soft spot in my heart for - folks who keep responding to my requests for community.
Speaking of community -
I think she is absolutely correct. In this overly polite society, there is no room for the outlier “Good Bless her heart”.
I’m an outlier - and I am looking for other outliers. There are a lot of us.
I do want to see your real face
way more
than the facade.