- The Bullet Journal has already shown me that I have unrealistic expectations of myself. I scheduled about 48 hours of work on the 5th, for example.
- I made the first monthly payment on the principle of La Casa de Tontería’s mortgage. I could have set up an automatic payment, but I want this to be a conscious decision and a celebration.
- I paid for a short haircut. I prefer long hair, but this time of year, static electricity builds up as it brushes back and forth over sweaters. Then it twists and tangles onto itself. I end up looking like I rolled out of bed and stuck my finger in an electrical socket!
- I made a breakfast date with a friend. We both have full schedules – she’s an elected official – and lunch always seems like an interruption.
I thought this was an interesting article about wearing a minimalist wardrobe as a realtor work uniform. My mother knew a woman – a law clerk, as I recall – who always wore black blouses with black trousers with accessories supplying color and variety. For those who adopt such habits, dressing becomes an absolute no-brainer.
My own wardrobe is divided in half: work clothes and play clothes. Never the twain shall meet, with the exception of informal clothes like a T-shirt under a suit jacket. A few years ago, I had casual clothes only for summer, not even a pair of jeans.
After I posted about starting a bullet journal, an online pal and an old colleague sent me a link to Prevention writer Erinne Magee’s explanation of how she used bullet journaling to lose weight.
Although I’m more interested in gaining muscle and stamina, I got some ideas. I hope other readers may find it helpful, too.
I started a Bullet Journal this week.
I’m actually a little angry that I didn’t do it before. Not angry at myself, mind you – no, I’m angry at the ladies who introduced me to the concept, complete with different colors, highlighters, stickers, etc. and apps on their Smartphones.
In other words, they complicated it when the entire point of bullet journaling is to focus on what is important. Ryder Carroll created it as a tool to combat a cluttered mind and a distracted life. Continue reading
As faithful readers may remember, my job as a Quality Control Inspector at the Young Human Factory underwent a transformation this fall. I was put in charge of teaching English to members – or potential members – of the Middle School Mafia. A daunting task, but I am buoyed by the vision of them communicating without grunts, egg-flinging, and ritualistic doorbell-ringing.
For the same low price, I now deliver eight more hours a week of service AND the daily 53 minutes of preparation time was eliminated. But it has really helped my time management, since I have so little.
Weekends are not my own, nor vacations. Continue reading
I went to the Young Human Factory yesterday. The custodians and technical staff are making repairs and updates while production is down. I did a few things, like data entry and uploading a letter of recommendation. But the heating system isn’t working properly – I covet those open-tipped gloves of Bob Cratchet – so I left after a few hours.
Today I’ll drop off some paperwork and bring a few things home. I had a dream once of Separation of Work and Casa, but the dreams of innocent girls whither in the chill of reality.
The furniture is moved and the floors are washed. The tree is up but not yet trimmed. The two silk Flores de Noche Buena aka Poinsettias are in the bedrooms. And bits of pine tree and cones are placed in various places so that their scent makes up for the tree fakery. Continue reading
When your house is small and the skilled tradesmen don’t want to trip over a box, they put it on the partition wall with its end dangling overhead.
Today tremendous progress was made and the Box is gone. Phew!
One of my faithful readers (and oldest friends) knows that I dislike when children misuse the word “hypocrisy”. For example, a young man who was falling deeper into drugs informed me that his father couldn’t say anything to him “because he used to smoke pot”.
I eventually convinced him that someone who quit drugs was not a hypocrite. The key to enlightenment was the Beastie Boys’ Fight For Your Right with its key phrase “That hypocrite smokes two packs a day.”
But this op-ed was by a grown woman at the New Republic, of all media. Emily Atkin wrote Al Gore’s Carbon Footprint Doesn’t Matter.
The key phrase is “climate change advocates who don’t live a carbon-neutral lifestyle aren’t hypocrites because, FOR THE MOST PART, they’re not asking you to live a carbon-neutral lifestyle. They’re asking governments, utilities, energy companies, and large corporations to increase their use of renewable energy so that you can continue to live your life as you please, without contributing to global warming.”
I’m fascinated about how different paths lead people to live more simply. Recently a friend shared a link to the Market Watch interview of Canadian blogger Cait Flanders, who went on a two-year shopping ban.
As longtime readers may recall, I participated in a month-long “no spending challenge” with a friend. Like Flanders and the majority of her co-participants, the friend who initiated the challenge wanted to change her habit of unconscious consumption. Continue reading