Tuesday, February 23, 2016

I see me

One thing about being in a group class, is that if you speak you can see how people might see you. You can see people looking at you when you explain that you were obsessed with the idea that the picture of the duck and ducklings that you donated will not find a good home because noone will want to pay money for it and you should have given it away on Craigslist. I mean, you know it was silly but really it was something you should have gotten over sooner.

Yes, I did that. I was fine with getting rid of it, but given I had had it for over 20 years I want it to have a new home. And I can't be sure having dropped it off somewhere.

I read/have been reading that Japanese woman's tidying book. It sounds so weird, but it truly is a great book. I've gotten rid of stuff and feel so much lighter. And it's not even the tip of the iceberg. I mean, a BUNCH of books on my bookshelf that I moved around with me because at one time they had meaning. But did they have that meaning now?  No. OK, so can get rid of them.  I'm not following her guidelines and doing it all at once, but I am being very selective. Or at least somewhat.  Hey, it's making a difference.

I am so tired. Spent 3 ish hours today trying to figure out an Excel equation (which turned out to need nested if statements).  Whew.

OK that is all there is to see here. Carry on.

1 comment:

Tara Coady said...

I always think that's the nice thing about being 50. In general, I don't care how people see me. When I was younger, I used to agonize over it.