If I write here, even when I have no time to commit to a deeply thought-out commentary on my life or the world at large, perhaps I will get into the habit. I would truly like to make this happen, therefore I write.
Today, in a repeat of many of the days I've spent on this earth, I filled my time mindlessly by tearing apart my room and attempting to put myself back together again. My life-sized 11x 12 puzzle.
I am continually convincing myself that I could dispose of more of my useless meaningless shit if i just tried harder. This results in hours of pouring over my collections of receipts, used up candles, scraps of fabric and broken electronics. I'm sure that if I just spent my time more diligently I would melt down those candles and create new ones out of their remains, rewire the electronics or create inspiring sculptures out of their remains, make neat bags and items out of fabric and fergodsake catalogue those receipts so i knew where my money went.
Alas, I'm not if I came out on top this time, but there is some good news. I am quite proud that I managed to get rid of a few things (i gave in to keeping the candles again...i swear, I'll make it happen!) and made space for a meditation corner. Yes, that's right, I have finally given in to the nagging idea that meditation will help me rein in some of my lovely emotional and psychological inadequacies by creating a place to center myself each morning and evening. Granted, I will probably start with 5 minutes at a time, but who knows what is possible once you get going. When I get library books on a topic you know I'm serious, and I came home several days ago with 4 books on meditation and "centering" oneself. I'm vastly pleased with myself and look forward to seeing what could possibly come from all this newfound discipline.
p.s.
this book looks pretty damn interesting... Nowtopia
