I feel a strange sort of joy when I write a list or begin a new project. I've never been one for buying self-help books but I imagine that there's a similar thrill in buying them. The sense of something between hope and certainty that your crappy life is about to become the life you always imagined you would have.
I like to read apartment therapy. I like to chuckle at the sudden fawning over 'mid-century' crap which would have failed to raise an eyebrow at a car boot sale five years ago. I especially like re-nest which is their less environmentally harmful sister-site.
They're doing a feature cum advert promotion thingymajig at the moment, in which using only 20 minutes a day you make your life unshit. Or at least your living environment.
Oh, if you could see my bedroom right now. There's actually black fungus in my bed. Which sound worse than it is. The black fungus is in my dinner bowl. It's cold. I have a cold. I'm in bed. I went to the Chinese Supermarket yesterday and bought most of the ingredients for Lo Han Jai, but made it really badly and overdid it with the Auricularia auricula-judae.
But my bedroom is a tip. A midden. A mere 40% of my floor is free from clothes of unverified hygiene-status, receipts, 95% empty DC bottles, paperwork and cats and paperwork the cats killed. Possibly, horrifically somewhere in my flat, garden or in the cat is the other half of the mouse I was gifted with this evening. But in 20 minutes it can be magically cured! For a bit.
It is 22:20. I shall be back in 20 minutes, and I hope not to have news of face-end of the mouse...
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23:13. Oh dear. Floor is clear, but only because everything has been shoved into boxes. Apart from the fungus and semi-rodent.
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Fungus dishes are forgiven when you are sick, though probably detrimental to the whole recovery process.
I love Apartment Therapy for both inspiration and a good chuckle. Sounds like I'm not the only one.
I read this book- "Dry" by Augustin Burroughs. It changed my life. It's hard to say why. He was an alcoholic and got better- that's the gist of it- but it makes you feel like, hey, if he can kick alcohol, I can kick anything! Or clean my room. Or whatever.
It's okay to be dirty. I just thought of that book, for some reason. I think you might like it.
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