It is hard to know what to post about, when there is so much tragedy, death, destruction, and misery just a few hours away.
I could cry watching the news.
As always, Sydney is oblivious.
When you don't fit in your box, you have to do whatever works.
L and I are busy. I am trying to get 'up to speed', but it ain't happening overnight.
One of the things I have been contemplating, since my surgery, is the state of my "possessions".
While lounging on the couch, recovering all those weeks, I thought about all my STUFF.
I am not talking about stuff at the studio. That is stuff that gets used, or will get used, in a profitable way.
The stuff that bothers me, is the stuff at home.
Too many clothes, too many dishes, too many books, too much minutiae. TOO MUCH STUFF.
I have realized that I only need a few material things to make me happy.
Some books, some yarn, my laptop. I'm good.
So I have brought some boxes home, and I am starting to sift through it all.
I am enthusiastic about being minimalist. At least in my personal life.
The studio is just another animal.
I just want to simplify where I can.
I guess I want to live with less, of my own volition. We shouldn't need a hurricane to show
us how to prioritize.