My inner life is reflected in my home office.
Here’s a picture to skip 1,000 words.
Here’s a 1,000 more, to further the point.
Plus another 1,000 or so to really make things stick.
Sorry for the requisite 3 points; I have a lot of Baptist in my upbringing.
Needless to say, my mind is cluttered—-and not with necessarily bad things, just things. You know the stuff: ideas, responsibilities, everything between, and so on. I’m trying to get organized, and I hope to blog regularly again (0r at least semi-intermittently, again).
Slowly but surely I am getting things in order. One day at a time, I’m selling what I should to keep our finances moving, then assessing what remains and why I keep it, and sometimes—-not often but sometimes—-getting to read, write, and enjoy a film or admire pieces on display.
My head is a cluttered mess, full of awesome stuff. Not a bad life to have, really. Not bad at all.
More to come, but until then: This is me.
Can you relate?