On Purging.

My tendency—in almost every aspect of my life—is to collect and collect up to the point of saturation and near-paralysis. Meaning: I hoard.

It's nothing worthy of a documentary, but it's a problem that I've always struggled with. There's sentimental value and guilt attached to all of my possessions, and now there's the added bonus of "green shame," a phrase I just made up, but relates to the guilty feeling of throwing something out that will inevitably ruin the environment (a bit dramatic, but hence the "shame"). Some things just aren't donatable/recyclable/compostable! For the last few years, I've been holding on to stuff, just so it won't end up in the landfill—it's my duty, right? Not so much.

As of late, I've adopted the new & improved policy of PURGING. I'm trying to let it all go, and it feels great. Last Saturday I spent some quality time getting my apartment into shape, tackling all the trouble spots, and I can't tell you how good it feels! There's some clarity now, and I'm finding myself inspired by everything—inside and out of the studio. I think I could get used to this.

Now that my physical space has been cleared out a bit, I'm moving on to the mental/creative. For instance, I have about 6 different blog posts in the works, all planned out in my head, and I need to abandon ship and/or post them already. Such is the case with Nibby's product line. I have plenty of ideas in-stock, but not nearly enough time/discipline/resources/time/time/time to accomplish them all in the near future. This is when the paralysis kicks in—I have so many things going on in my head that I end up not doing anything. Perhaps a time capsule is in order for those ideas, and I'll revisit them later—of course that would just be another thing buried amongst the clutter.

By the way:
Earl Grey + Judy Garland ÷ rainy night = productivity.
Who knew?