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Slowly, Slowly, Slowly Getting Faster
Feb. 1st, 2019 03:31 pmMany Things continued to happen, unfortunately, so I've been fairly stressed and low on energy. I also found out that three Steam puzzle games I bought have that spinny camera first person thing that gives me motion sickness, and Steam will not give me my money back. They were extremely cheap games, but I am still disappointed.
I've been cleaning and organizing my room again. I really need to get a handle on the laundry pile situation by making the dang laundry hamper I've had the frame and pattern for for years. But I'm not very good at making stuff for myself. There's always so much to do. I also need to finish the missing pictures in the sets I've been putting together so I can finally get a ton of art up on my walls. I need to finish the quilt I started for my bed. And, of course, there is the perennial problem of Too Many Books. I haven't even scratched the surface of my storage troubles and dealt with The Papers or The Boxes, but the problem is, I am very tired and there is only so much I can do. I know Marie Kondo's been making the rounds recently, but I read her book ages ago and didn't find it very useful. I will try Unfuck Your Habitat or something.
I have been painting again. I love making cards, because they're paintings I don't have to worry about. If it's a painting on its own, I start worrying about whether people Really Like It Or Just Feel Obligated To Put It Up, whether a sheet of watercolor paper is an insufficient present but a frame is presumptuous, whether it goes with their decor or reads well from a distance or whatever. If it's a card, I can have fun painting it, scribble stuff inside, and not worry what happens to it. If the painting doesn't turn out as well as I hoped, I can tell myself it's just the cover to the letter inside. Being sent and read once is the purpose of a card, and everything else is a bonus. It's also nice to have regular occasions to make cards. I do well with a schedule.
I've been cleaning and organizing my room again. I really need to get a handle on the laundry pile situation by making the dang laundry hamper I've had the frame and pattern for for years. But I'm not very good at making stuff for myself. There's always so much to do. I also need to finish the missing pictures in the sets I've been putting together so I can finally get a ton of art up on my walls. I need to finish the quilt I started for my bed. And, of course, there is the perennial problem of Too Many Books. I haven't even scratched the surface of my storage troubles and dealt with The Papers or The Boxes, but the problem is, I am very tired and there is only so much I can do. I know Marie Kondo's been making the rounds recently, but I read her book ages ago and didn't find it very useful. I will try Unfuck Your Habitat or something.
I have been painting again. I love making cards, because they're paintings I don't have to worry about. If it's a painting on its own, I start worrying about whether people Really Like It Or Just Feel Obligated To Put It Up, whether a sheet of watercolor paper is an insufficient present but a frame is presumptuous, whether it goes with their decor or reads well from a distance or whatever. If it's a card, I can have fun painting it, scribble stuff inside, and not worry what happens to it. If the painting doesn't turn out as well as I hoped, I can tell myself it's just the cover to the letter inside. Being sent and read once is the purpose of a card, and everything else is a bonus. It's also nice to have regular occasions to make cards. I do well with a schedule.
