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it felt very weird leaving my job today, knowing I won’t go back there. It was a good job. I learned so much, and gained skills that will successfully transfer over to my next one.

But I’ll miss hearing Portuguese every day, I’ll miss the crazy stories, I’ll miss the camaraderie and various other things.

But, it’s also appropriate it’s raining, because rain usually puts me into a better mood.

Right now, though, I’d just like to sleep for a while.

NaBloPoMo Day 3: 3 hours

I hate teething with an unholy passion. I think the most I’m sleeping at a stretch is 3 hours now and again.

Some nights are better, some nights are worse. But my last day of work is tomorrow so I hope tonight is a good night.

I’ll have better thoughts as the month goes on.

NaBloPoMo Day 2: 2 days.

I have two days left on my current contract. I really love my job, and have learned so much that will be invaluable for the rest of my life.

But I do admit… I am tired. And having a couple days where I have nothing planned, nothing scheduled, and can just do whatever sounds rather heavenly right now.

Of course, so does sleeping past 7 am.

In all seriousness, I have a ton going on. Being a mom is time consuming. Working full time is time consuming. Yet, I’d like to try to combine the Minimalists game again this year with NaBloPoMo.

So we’ll see how that goes. I’m not going to get angry if I can’t do every day getting rid of things, at least at first. I have a lot going on, from transitioning out of an old job into transitioning into a new.

But, rather than try to write a novel, which I know is out of reach in my current mindset, I’ll do this instead.

So, #minimalists #1: Goodbye, worry.

Let’s just do this instead.

In every bar there’s someone sitting alone and absolutely absorbed
by whatever he’s seeing in the glass in front of him,

a glass that looks ordinary, with something clear or dark

inside it, something partially drunk but never completely gone.

Everything’s there: all the plans that came to nothing,

the stupid love affairs, and the terrifying ones, the ones where actual happiness
opened like a hole beneath his feet and he fell in, then lay helpless

while the dirt rained down a little at a time to bury him.

And his friends are there, cracking open six-packs, raising the bottles,

the click of their meeting like the sound of a pool cue

nicking a ball, the wrong ball, that now edges, black and shining,

toward the waiting pocket. But it stops short, and at the bar the lone drinker

signals for another. Now the relatives are floating up

with their failures, with cancer, with plateloads of guilt

and a little laughter, too, and even beauty—some afternoon from childhood,

a lake, a ball game, a book of stories, a few flurries of snow

that thicken and gradually cover the earth until the whole

world’s gone white and quiet, until there’s hardly a world

at all, no traffic, no money or butchery or sex,

just a blessed peace that seems final but isn’t. And finally

the glass that contains and spills this stuff continually

while the drinker hunches before it, while the bartender gathers

up empties, gives back the drinker’s own face. Who knows what it looks like;

who cares whether or not it was young once, or ever lovely,

who gives a shit about some drunk rising to stagger toward

the bathroom, some man or woman or even lost

angel who recklessly threw it all over—heaven, the ether,

the celestial works—and said, Fuck it, I want to be human?

Who believes in angels, anyway? Who has time for anything

but their own pleasures and sorrows, for the few good people

they’ve managed to gather around them against the uncertainty,

against afternoons of sitting alone in some bar

with a name like the Embers or the Ninth Inning or the Wishing Well?

Forget that loser. Just tell me who’s buying, who’s paying;

Christ but I’m thirsty, and I want to tell you something,

come close I want to whisper it, to pour

the words burning into you, the same words for each one of you,

listen, it’s simple, I’m saying it now, while I’m still sober,

while I’m not about to weep bitterly into my own glass,

while you’re still here—don’t go yet, stay, stay,

give me your shoulder to lean against, steady me, don’t let me drop,

I’m so in love with you I can’t stand up.

Holy crap. it’s the last day of the month. really? I seriously got rid of 465 things either by throwing out or giving them away or selling them? -really-?

I’m more amazed that even after that, I still have thousands of things around here. crazy huh.

Anyway – today, the last day, I got rid of 30 sample sized toiletry items as part of a giant box I am going to sell on Craigslist for cheap. Things like lotion, hotel soaps, etc. Since I have been doing a lot more freebies online, I’m getting a ton more samples, and I wanted to cycle out some older ones / ones I’m just never going to use.

It freed up a ton of room in 2 drawers, which is lovely. 🙂

This has been an amazing project. I’m glad I did both at the same time. I may still continue to do the minimalist game from time to time, too. It’s a good way to stay accountable.

Thanks for following, thanks for reading!

I have been a huge major collector of makeup for many many years. I had more than any one person needs. Over the course of the past few years I have been trying to sell and pare down, but for the hard part my brain, it is something I am very addicted to buying and having.

I finally got kind of tired of having the same swaplist, and I decided to just go whole hog and get rid of all the makeup that I’ve had sitting in a tote.

I managed to sell 29 eyeshadows! TWENTY. NINE. I didn’t make a lot of money, but that wasn’t the point. The point was to pass them along… I still have at least 100. it’ll take me a while to get rid of more. But I’m happy, I got rid of my stash!