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DAY XXII – Addition to Goals

This afternoon I realized… duhhh! It’s actually feasible for me to achieve a dream I’ve held since childhood. I could own and drive a Rolls Royce!

Rolls Royce Silver Shadow
Rolls Royce Silver Shadow

Not a new one… yet. Rather, 1970s and 1980s Silver Shadows and occasionally older Clouds regularly sell via eBay motors for under twenty thousand dollars.

New impetus to sell my junk… and the house!

I’ve been trying to get stuff ready to sell on eBay this weekend. Yesterday I got depressed and moped. Today I am going through boxes, but it’s taking forever. Doesn’t look like I’ll have anything listed by tonight as was my goal.

Oh well, now I have a new incentive! A ROLLS ROYCE, BABY! YEAH!

DAY XXI

Quotations from Tim Ferriss, author of The Four Hour Work Week:

 

Tomorrow becomes never.

… to have quality and less clutter.

Do all the things you want to do; be all the things you want to be.

“Someday” is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you.

 

Pluck and Luck Dime Novel
Pluck and Luck No. 886, May 26, 1915: Larry Lee, Young Lighthouse Keeper

 

“Possessions, like fat, insulate us from the outside world, building a wall of junk which we can hide behind. Our clutter becomes an insular mechanism for shielding ourselves from pain. We all do to some degree, but few ever make the correlation. The sheer act of acquiring stuff, too, can be a self-medication. How many of us shop in order to feel better? But it´s a temporary fix that, in the end, only adds to our depression.”

Christy Best, Professional Organizer

DAY XX

Twenty days, or twenty percent, or one-fifth into my second hundred days, and what do I have to show for it?

I’m still living in the same cluttered house. I haven’t moved. I’m no closer to moving. I’m fatter and more insolvent than ever.

What am I doing wrong?

 

Pluck and Luck Dime Novel
Pluck and Luck No. 905, October 6, 1915: Five Years in the Grassy Sea

DAY XIX

Thursday. I don’t care much for Thursdays. It still feels like the middle of the week. It feels as though the weekend will never come. By Thursday I’m exhausted and cranky and I just don’t care anymore. Despair and hopelessness set in.