Tuesday. The week is just getting warmed up. Meh…
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DAY XXIII: New Record
Morning scale reading: 205 pounds!
A new high for me.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. At least I got my trousers buttoned… albeit barely.
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!
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.
“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?
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.
DAY XVIII
Wednesday. That’s about it.
DAY XVI
Mondays at work leave me longing for an early death.
DAY XV
Wasted another day mindlessly surfing the web. My project? FAIL! FAIL! FAIL!
My life? FAIL! FAIL! FAIL!
DAY XII: Why? I Dunno.
Earlier, while mulling over the idea of giving up on this blog for now, I thought of a reason to keep it going. What that reason might have been seems to have now slipped my mind.