I'm exhausted.

[butterflydreaming]

Today was a day to organize and clean. I'm signed up for Nanowrimo, but I haven't been able to concentrate. My desk has been full and cluttered, and the art/craft/jewelry supplies have been in a bothersome disorder.
My Corner.

 It's a dramatic change. I'm physically very tired, but mentally energized. The cats were disinterested in what I was doing and stayed napping in their favorite napping places, and I was home alone to stir things up, drink tea, and vacuum without being observed/disturbing anyone. 

All those file boxes (about 20) contain art & craft supplies. I have more... the quantities of beads... and boxes and boxes of letters and journals. One of us needs to become famous someday; my saved correspondence will be the joy of some biographer. Sometimes I fantasize about destroying it all, but then I think of that. And there's a kind of responsibility, too, that I feel to yesterday's me.

I finally took the furin (glass windchime) down, too. Like wearing white after Labor Day -- embarrassing!

Comments

[t_hale_capital]

Yay for cleaning and organizing! I often wonder about journals & letters too, like what to do with 'em.

[butterflydreaming]

I sometimes think about how much I would love to have old letters and journals from my grandparents and so on. So at the least, maybe the later generations would find something in them. Especially all the teenage angst -- if great grand aunt could make it through, that could be inspiring I guess!

[t_hale_capital]

Yeah, those would be awesome to have! I think there's an old journal of my dad's somewhere around my parents' house, from his college years.