Now that the mattress has thawed, I'm taking some time to free my head space in preparation for my next projects. I've been luxuriating in some decluttering around the house. Long-time consumers of this space will know that shredding, organizing, cleaning, and generally getting rid of stuff provides the most unholy measure of euphoria. These last few weeks of bingeing on Tidying Up With Marie Kondo
on Netflix have elevated that sick pleasure.
*NOTE* Long-time consumers of this space may also note that while I can declutter paragraphs by getting rid of the double space between sentences, the Oxford comma sparks joy. It stays.
One cold, snowy day I stepped off the elliptical machine after a Netflix and sweat sesh, and launched a fresh assault onto two closets, a bathroom cabinet, and eight drawers. I had to try different ways of parting with more books that haven't been opened in decades while I was still in the fat burning heart rate zone. Thank you for coming, now bye.
What's not easy is walking past a newly-organized closet or drawer without opening it and admiring my post workout work. I even gave hubby a guided tour of drawers boasting neatly rolled and organized socks, yoga pants, and closets with half the shoes or towels we started 2019 with. I like to believe he was impressed.
What's also not easy is staying away from temptations to add things to my calendar and box my sacred time in. I had some work projects due this week, but carefully sectioned off quite a chunk of time to schedule a vacay to rejuvenate the mind, body, and spirit. I wanted to come back the mental equivalent of my kitchen towel drawer: neat, tidy, and ready for action - or that next wine spill.
Between fits of folding and sparks of joy, I listened to courses, wrote notes, and even marked my intellectual property territory for my next show. The space I've given myself to really think about how I want to stay present in the podcasting realm is slowly being encroached upon by the crazy, over-caffeinated idea fairy sprinkling her "ooh - how about this?!" dust throughout my days.
Some days I write feverishly, others I force myself to stay away and thank the stray thoughts for coming and let them float on by. I vacillate between motivation and productivity, and the realization that sleep, recreation, and that big fluffy blanket fort and even bigger glass of Northern Italian Pinot should be be my priority.
It's a strange place to be. Between. So I return here, as this blog started between the end of my two-and-a-half decade military career and the beginning of my life outside the box 10 years ago this summer. It's another exercise in learning how to declutter the mind, pace myself for the journey ahead, and take pleasure in the here, now, and all that's been made possible since I wore the uniform for the last time.
So between letting ideas catch fire and putting my efforts on ice, it's all about balance. I find it strange I have to relearn all of this 10 years later. Like the (2nd) truckload of possessions I'm about to let go of in as many weeks, I'm making every effort to just hang onto those really great thoughts that spark my creativity going forward.
*NOTE* Long-time consumers of this space may also note that while I can declutter paragraphs by getting rid of the double space between sentences, the Oxford comma sparks joy. It stays.
One cold, snowy day I stepped off the elliptical machine after a Netflix and sweat sesh, and launched a fresh assault onto two closets, a bathroom cabinet, and eight drawers. I had to try different ways of parting with more books that haven't been opened in decades while I was still in the fat burning heart rate zone. Thank you for coming, now bye.
What's not easy is walking past a newly-organized closet or drawer without opening it and admiring my post workout work. I even gave hubby a guided tour of drawers boasting neatly rolled and organized socks, yoga pants, and closets with half the shoes or towels we started 2019 with. I like to believe he was impressed.
What's also not easy is staying away from temptations to add things to my calendar and box my sacred time in. I had some work projects due this week, but carefully sectioned off quite a chunk of time to schedule a vacay to rejuvenate the mind, body, and spirit. I wanted to come back the mental equivalent of my kitchen towel drawer: neat, tidy, and ready for action - or that next wine spill.
Between fits of folding and sparks of joy, I listened to courses, wrote notes, and even marked my intellectual property territory for my next show. The space I've given myself to really think about how I want to stay present in the podcasting realm is slowly being encroached upon by the crazy, over-caffeinated idea fairy sprinkling her "ooh - how about this?!" dust throughout my days.
Some days I write feverishly, others I force myself to stay away and thank the stray thoughts for coming and let them float on by. I vacillate between motivation and productivity, and the realization that sleep, recreation, and that big fluffy blanket fort and even bigger glass of Northern Italian Pinot should be be my priority.
It's a strange place to be. Between. So I return here, as this blog started between the end of my two-and-a-half decade military career and the beginning of my life outside the box 10 years ago this summer. It's another exercise in learning how to declutter the mind, pace myself for the journey ahead, and take pleasure in the here, now, and all that's been made possible since I wore the uniform for the last time.
So between letting ideas catch fire and putting my efforts on ice, it's all about balance. I find it strange I have to relearn all of this 10 years later. Like the (2nd) truckload of possessions I'm about to let go of in as many weeks, I'm making every effort to just hang onto those really great thoughts that spark my creativity going forward.
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