I used to say I’d rather be roasted over hot coals than move house.
Like Gloria Steinem said about writing, I don’t like moving; I like having moved. There’s something so freeing about starting over in a new place.
And there’s nothing like moving to motivate me to purge.
Now, though, happy in my home, I’d like to find motivation to clear stuff out without the hassle of actually moving.
A friend of mine packed up all his stuff in boxes, as if they were moving, the goal being to get rid of everything they didn’t use in the span of a month.
So far, though intrigued, I haven’t been moved to try that myself.
A big part of why I do this practice is to give myself permission to crank out crap, on the theory that:
A) If I crank out enough crap, once in awhile I’ll produce something good. (Creative Sandbox Rule #3: Think quantity, not quality.)
B) The way to get better at something is to do it, so presumably the ratio of crap to not-crap will improve with time. (Ditto.)
Today is one of those days when there’s nothing I particularly like about my efforts. This is okay! This is part of the practice!
At least this is what I’m telling myself.
I am choosing to trust the process.
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