Also, don’t hold on to things that do not serve you or that you’re
not wearing anymore! This goes for the accumulation of stuff you thought
fitting for the life you were leading, but clearly are no longer. This is my
current struggle as I said I would deal with my shit/stuff with my time here in
the States, but I am doing an awful job of it.
Why? Because as much as I want to be free of all the things
that feel a burden now that I’m not the Pagan Martha Stewart I once was, it
also feels a burden to sell it all. And fuck have I accumulated a mass of
clothes, décor, and what nots.
The pressure set upon me by myself and one who will not be
named, has backfired in my face. The more I say I will do this, the more I don’t.
Its immature bullshit and I know it. But I am insane in the membrane and so
only partially have been able to push my stubborn ass to task.
One of the reasons I planned on this endeavor in the first
fucking place was a lesson learned in a hard fashion via pirates in Belize. The
lesson learned was not to hold much value in stuff, cause said pirates might
make a sacred geometric shape on the floor with your prized crystals and then
smash them accidently whilst hoola hooping. So when I came back here for sake
of being a grown up with responsibilities, I thought I would find it easier to
let go of what I once prized, I was wrong.
I want to be rid of all of it, so I guess it be time to man
up and stop being a pussy.
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