I was recently thinking, after looking at the handy project pictured above by Anna at Door 16, that instead of buying one single other trinket for my house (this one, or whatever new home I live in after I graduate in the spring), I should start thinking about functionality. Organization. Purpose. I don’t need more stuff to display on the fireplace mantel: I need storage that is useful, if also pleasing to the eye. Perhaps a free-standing wardrobe, since I share a tiny closet with my boyfriend. A bookshelf to deal with the explosion of novels and textbooks piling up on our floors. A filing cabinet for all my papers. What I do not need, at this point in my life, is a set of vintage salt and pepper shakers, a Danish teapot, or a copper piggy bank, adorable though they are.
I’ve realized the same goes for other aspects of my life. I’ve been participating in the 30 for 30 challenge,
not as an exercise in vanity not only as an exercise in vanity, but to develop, or reach a better understanding of, my own sense of style. And I’ve already learned that while my closet is overflowing with clothing, I have way too many items that are repetitive, of poor quality, unflattering or just plain unnecessary, while I lack a few key pieces that could really improve and transform my wardrobe. And I’m not only talking about style. For months I’ve been meaning to buy running shoes but haven’t brought myself to make the “splurge,” yet I bought several items at Forever21 recently. Something doesn’t add up.
The money wasted on insignificant purchases rather than put into a travel fund. Less tangible examples: The inefficient ways I use my time and energy, rarely spent conquering those goals that would truly improve my life.
Each morning my dog Herman wakes up full of joy, excited to begin a new day, tail wagging, bouncing around, grinning, really. As though, for some inexplicable reason (since most days are rather dull for him), this one is going to be an adventure. I think I’m the same way. I wake up bursting with positive energy and ambition. But somewhere along the way, I get off track, very little gets done–beyond my most immediate needs, which aren’t insignificant as a grad student, I’ll admit. But at night, I mentally run over everything I wished I had accomplished, mourning the opportunities I’ve missed.
I’ve been writing about this kind of thing for years, and talking about it doesn’t do much. But if nothing else, here’s to a productive day.
Some writing that got me all worked up last night:
The Wild and Wily Ways of a Brunette Bombshell
Be Conscious of Your Treasures
Finland, The Land Of Bears…
Mr. and Mrs. Globe Trot
Finally, a travel writing and photography contest. This led me to revisit, swoon over, some of my pictures of Scotland: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13. (And that ain’t even all of them.)
The thoughts swirling around my head are somehow appropriate for Thanksgiving. Excitement and pride that my sister–after years of hard work and despite her propensity to attract bad luck–has been accepted into my university. Heartbreak that one of my oldest friend’s newborn baby has died.
A quote from the 37 Days piece that stood out to me (so much I posted it on Facebook):
“In such a world of thanksgiving, a death becomes a new way of living in relationship, a loss of income becomes an opportunity to follow your real desire line, a broken heart becomes a way into deep emotion.”
We will return to normal programming soon, folks.