I've been feeling okay health wise lately. I feel stupid for feeling like I was dying and what not because it was probably all just anxiety. Fuck you, anxiety.
We got a puppy last week. My mom bought a dog for 1.7k and three months later she messages me and asks me if I want him. Since Chloe is doing really poorly J said he was fine with us taking him in. We changed his name from Toby to Toshi.
I've been getting the minimizing itch lately. I went on a huge decluttering spree a couple years ago and I got rid of so much stuff, but now I don't have much to go through if I'm really honest. It's just that I feel like I'm out of control of my life and I'm clamoring for something to take charge of. I've gone through my drawer in the bathroom, my bedside table, the armoire in my room, and the medicine cabinet. I've found so much shit to get rid of and it's feeling very freeing. It's nice too because I'm able to really look at what I want to keep to invest in storage baskets and canisters to hold everything in an aesthetically pleasing way. I'm hoping it'll make my anxiety take a fucking chill pill.
Another thing I need to do is I need to read through 85% of my fiction section on our bookshelves. I have over a dozen books that are exclusively mine that I haven't started or haven't finished. I want to free up space for books that I actually want to keep for a long time. I haven't decided which book to start with though, it's an intimidating stack.
I'm trying really hard to not feel like I need to go shopping to fill the anxious void. That will just make me more stressed when it comes to keeping my house tidy. I'll write about my minimizing progress in my next post.
We got a puppy last week. My mom bought a dog for 1.7k and three months later she messages me and asks me if I want him. Since Chloe is doing really poorly J said he was fine with us taking him in. We changed his name from Toby to Toshi.
I've been getting the minimizing itch lately. I went on a huge decluttering spree a couple years ago and I got rid of so much stuff, but now I don't have much to go through if I'm really honest. It's just that I feel like I'm out of control of my life and I'm clamoring for something to take charge of. I've gone through my drawer in the bathroom, my bedside table, the armoire in my room, and the medicine cabinet. I've found so much shit to get rid of and it's feeling very freeing. It's nice too because I'm able to really look at what I want to keep to invest in storage baskets and canisters to hold everything in an aesthetically pleasing way. I'm hoping it'll make my anxiety take a fucking chill pill.
Another thing I need to do is I need to read through 85% of my fiction section on our bookshelves. I have over a dozen books that are exclusively mine that I haven't started or haven't finished. I want to free up space for books that I actually want to keep for a long time. I haven't decided which book to start with though, it's an intimidating stack.
I'm trying really hard to not feel like I need to go shopping to fill the anxious void. That will just make me more stressed when it comes to keeping my house tidy. I'll write about my minimizing progress in my next post.
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