RealityRevision

Blessings

I have trouble with the word blessings.
Always have.
Not even sure what the word really means, really.

I know when I feel happy, I feel blessed?
Like the time the earth stopped, and I had an idea, an idea I could feel.
Or the time I could speak, without regard for words.
I know when I feel like shit, I feel cursed?
Like those times I could only, only feel regret.
The times I felt guilty for not feeling blessed.

I think I do know this,
Blessings is a good word.
I word that should be free,
felt without obligation.

Minimalism, My Stuff

A few weeks ago, I started digging into Minimalism. I was looking to achieve many things, one of the main ones being, just owning less stuff. I gave myself a little challenge, to live with less then 200 things. When going through my stuff I had to exception camps:

• Shared Possessions - Such as kitchen stuff and what not, doesn't count.
• Consumables or super small stuff - Such as notebooks, pens, soap, toothbrushes and the like, doesn't count.

It took a while to whittle my possession down below 200. During this process I ended up selling a lot of stuff, donating it to thrift stores, giving it away, or throwing it away. It's been a good process, and at the end of it I really know what I have. Now that I am finished and now moving forward I plan to keep my possession around this number. I should stop here and say I'm not planning to be legalist about this and keep a running spreadsheet of everything I own. I think that would defeat the point. However I believe making an initial list is good, and effectively delivers the truth of all about all the unnecessary shit we own. It's really not that hard.

For those of you who care, see my: the-shit-i-kept-spreadsheet.