A Medley of Thoughts
It’s been a while since I posted with my phone. I had about six typos just trying to get the title right, so we’ll see how this goes.
Lately I have been watching a lot of YouTube videos and noticing how people make them and how they set up their channels. I would like to make more videos myself and build up a channel of my own. I already have one but the video quality is hideous, let’s not lie. I think I might have two followers, and at least one of them is a devotee. I’m off to a great start!
Another thing I’ve been contemplating lately and considering blogging about regularly is minimalism. I was actually going to do a speech about it the other night at Toastmasters but it was cancelled because of snow. Seriously.
Minimalism is a mindset or a lifestyle choice where you intentionally focus on what’s most important and you discard everything that isn’t. In a physical sense this applies to all the crap you accumulate in your life, like clothes you never wear, junk mail that piles up, art supplies you never use (or is that just me?) Beyond the physical, though, it applies to mental and emotional clutter, of which I am a big proponent of clearing out.
I’ll get deeper into minimalism in future posts. It just really jives with a lot of the other principles I like to live by, although I admit that I struggle with clutter in certain areas of my house and life.
Before you conclude that I am a hoarder or pack rat, please understand that we live in a very small house and after minimizing the rest of the house, this room kind of became the dumping ground for all the stuff that didn’t have a home elsewhere. Of course it also happens to be all my art and writing stuff, which is the hardest for me to part with. I’m hoping that by publicly shaming myself by posting this here, I will be motivated to go through it all and clean it up. The truth is, it’s very hard to work or be creative with that massive pile o’crap looming beside me.
Consider that a “before” picture.
In other news, I got re-tested for my allergies yesterday after a year and a half of SLIT (sub-lingual immuno therapy). I had a hunch it wasn’t helping. The tests yesterday seemed to back up my claims but I have to wait to talk to the doctor to be sure. But let me tell you, sitting there for 17 minutes while 40 mosquito bite-like welts grow on both arms is no picnic. I still have some of them today!
Why am I so genetically challenged??
Lastly. I’m working on growing my hair out again. It feels long today but it could just be because I am wearing a coat with a collar that goes up to my ears.
I’m going to try real hard to resist the urge to dye it or do anything crazy with it while it grows. Let’s see how long that lasts.
Ok, time to wrap it up!