When I started this blog it was a knee jerk reaction to a sudden decrease in income and the stresses and emotions that went with that. Over time, however, it’s becoming a way for me to really think about money, finances (not the same thing), work, and ways to extract maximum value from what I do have.
The latest development in this arena is that I’m moving, and getting a roommate, in one of the coolest neighborhoods I know. We get our keys tonight.
Even though I love my apartment and I’m going to miss it, I won’t miss things like the commute- which has gotten longer since my train stopped Running express a few weeks ago, or the sense of being too far from the rest of the city to really enjoy it.
Right now, I’m working on selling or giving away the furniture I don’t need, and it’s turning out to be a cleansing experience. Every time I decide something can go, I feel a little lighter. After all, possessions should exist to improve your quality of life- not to be burdens that bring increased stress and responsibility. There are maybe three pieces of furniture I’ll be keeping, and I’m doing my best to keep from loading up on too much else until my roommate and I have a better understanding of how we want to live in our new space.
So the belt has tightened- metaphorically, at least- and I’m shedding a lot of excess poundage. And that, in turn, is freeing me up creatively, like some kind of mental laxative. And as an actor in a show I wrote once said, “There’s nothing as primally satisfying as taking a really good shit.”
So I guess we can call this move a kind of psychic enema. Which isn’t the most attractive metaphor, but certainly feels accurate.
By the way, if anyone needs a couple of chairs, a beat-up coffee table, an oak dresser, some ikea bookshelves, blender, a wooden breadbox, some cooler packs for picnics and lunch boxes, an old Clamshell iBook with a dead battery but otherwise in perfect working order, a room fan or two, or
any othr odd bits and pieces, let me know.