I stayed up extra late to finally start on donating crap I don’t need. So far, I have about half of my room in trash bags, ready to go to Goodwill!
As a hoarder, this process is a mental WAR. Every damn thing I’ve collected possesses some deep sentimental value. Either that or I think it’d be useful for some art project that I will never start. :(
Ugh! Gotta trudge on. This cleanse will be good for me in the end.
It’s a shame that I’m posting this immediately after a totally irresponsible story. Oh, well.
My dream of becoming an expatriate is quickly becoming reality. If everything goes as planned, starting this winter I’ll be spending a year in Spain as an au pair and so far, an unofficial artist-in-residence. :)
It’s been such a relief to receive approval from all the people that I respect. Even a master printmaker, Joseph Velasquez, who I just met a couple weeks ago was willing to listen to my whole spiel. He gave me such great advice, which was summed up in the Ray Bradbury quote he used: “You’ve got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.”
I may sound like I’m crazy, impractical, unrealistic, a dreamer, etc. I don’t really care anymore because I can’t get out of my head that in order to truly live, I’ve got to take big risks.
Before I went on my late night run yesterday, I had my car/house keys in my hand and thought, ALRIGHT, GOTTA PUT THIS SOMEWHERE!! NO WAY IN HELL AM I RUNNING AROUND WITH THIS THING!!! I proceeded to throw it aside to the safest spot I could think of: on top of the civic. Little did I know that I will forget about my keys because I was way too excited to paint my nails afterwards.
RE-LEARNED LESSON OF THE DAY (because this is not the first time it’s happened): LEAVING CRAP ON TOP OF MY CAR WILL REALLY THROW MY WHOLE DAY OFF. ESPECIALLY IF THAT CRAP IS MY CAR/HOUSE KEYS!!
I woke up the following morning and slowly got ready to go to the library— my sanctuary. Then it hit me, I forgot to get my keys off the civic and my dad drove it to work! I ran around the neighborhood like a madwoman. I quickly became so hot and tired that I returned home to take an hour nap. After the power nap, I got up, applied sunblock, threw on my running oufit, and ran towards the highway. After about 1.5 miles or so, I found my keys on the side of the road…in pieces. The fob part had been obliterated, but the actual key part was still okay! Yes! I was so proud of myself for finding it and sprinted back home to test it out. I gingerly inserted what was left of the key in the keyhole because I was afraid it would get stuck in the car forever!! After I turned it, the engine started and then died. Guess what I learned today, you guys. Keys nowadays are so fuckin’ complicated that you have to have this magical chip intact to start the engine. Goddammit!
Okay, let’s attempt to recognize the positives of this whole ordeal: I got my long run out of the way, I got to spend most of the day with my poor dad (he did say that never in his life would he fathom having such a troublesome child), and I proved to myself that I won’t easily give up on something. No matter how frivolous this situation.