Friday, December 9th
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alexandraerinTHE DAILY REPORT
Well, my experiment in micro-nagging (the little meditative poems about needing a new winter coat) has had some results. I'll talk more about that tomorrow when I know for sure if it worked or not.
Every day since Tuesday I've been spending a little bit more time tidying/rearranging/de-cluttering my living space in accordance with the ways of Unfuck Your Habitat. Today I worked my way up to the hour level. I also discovered a ten minute break isn't necessarily long enough after twenty minutes of moving storage containers. So I'm changing it to two half hours, split up over the day.
Clutter's a big problem up here. When I first moved into the house, I was coming from a situation where I had no real expectation of privacy... it didn't matter if my door was closed or how many times I asked my roommate to please not walk in or to stay out of my room when I was away. So when I moved here... well, this house has a very open floor plan. My room is the entire top floor so nobody ever walks past it, but there's no door between me and the rest of the house and that left me feeling insecure. So I arranged my space to create visual and psychological barriers. Mostly using shelves and the giant storage tubs of books and household goods that I won't need while I'm living here.
Among the problems with this arrangement is that it turned what was a fairly roomy environment into multiple cramped ones. I'm okay with cramped. I'm a claustrophile. But it's hard to keep cramped tidy, especially with the walls o' boxes making it feel cluttered to begin with.
But I've been here more than a year now with two different housemates on top of the one who owns the house and multiple other people having keys and the freedom to come and go as they please and in all this time my privacy has never been disrespected. I don't need walls to feel secure any more. So as part of my program of unfuckery, I'm stacking and lining the boxes up neatly along one of the side walls, where the slope of the roof means they aren't taking up usable space.
Once I've got the room re-arranged and cleaned, part of my daily habitat-unfucking is going to involve going through the boxes, getting them better sorted and labeled, and finding the things that can be eliminated.
STATE OF THE ME
Really pretty good. Last night I used ALL THE BLANKETS. Slept really well. Also slept late, because this is what happens when you're sleeping well for the first time in a week or so.
PLANS FOR TODAY
Was slow to get up and out of the blanket pile this morning, so I just worked on the next newsletter a bit. This afternoon I need to write a Fantasy In Miniature story. I'm going to get started on the next chapter of Tales of MU.
Well, my experiment in micro-nagging (the little meditative poems about needing a new winter coat) has had some results. I'll talk more about that tomorrow when I know for sure if it worked or not.
Every day since Tuesday I've been spending a little bit more time tidying/rearranging/de-cluttering my living space in accordance with the ways of Unfuck Your Habitat. Today I worked my way up to the hour level. I also discovered a ten minute break isn't necessarily long enough after twenty minutes of moving storage containers. So I'm changing it to two half hours, split up over the day.
Clutter's a big problem up here. When I first moved into the house, I was coming from a situation where I had no real expectation of privacy... it didn't matter if my door was closed or how many times I asked my roommate to please not walk in or to stay out of my room when I was away. So when I moved here... well, this house has a very open floor plan. My room is the entire top floor so nobody ever walks past it, but there's no door between me and the rest of the house and that left me feeling insecure. So I arranged my space to create visual and psychological barriers. Mostly using shelves and the giant storage tubs of books and household goods that I won't need while I'm living here.
Among the problems with this arrangement is that it turned what was a fairly roomy environment into multiple cramped ones. I'm okay with cramped. I'm a claustrophile. But it's hard to keep cramped tidy, especially with the walls o' boxes making it feel cluttered to begin with.
But I've been here more than a year now with two different housemates on top of the one who owns the house and multiple other people having keys and the freedom to come and go as they please and in all this time my privacy has never been disrespected. I don't need walls to feel secure any more. So as part of my program of unfuckery, I'm stacking and lining the boxes up neatly along one of the side walls, where the slope of the roof means they aren't taking up usable space.
Once I've got the room re-arranged and cleaned, part of my daily habitat-unfucking is going to involve going through the boxes, getting them better sorted and labeled, and finding the things that can be eliminated.
STATE OF THE ME
Really pretty good. Last night I used ALL THE BLANKETS. Slept really well. Also slept late, because this is what happens when you're sleeping well for the first time in a week or so.
PLANS FOR TODAY
Was slow to get up and out of the blanket pile this morning, so I just worked on the next newsletter a bit. This afternoon I need to write a Fantasy In Miniature story. I'm going to get started on the next chapter of Tales of MU.