JOURNALS

Tuesday rolled in with a slightly sluggish start, as my mind already felt spread between clearing out clutter and practical tasks. The ongoing saga of room organization took up most of my day. I had a productive trip to the recycling centre to lighten the load, dropping off a multitude of items from cardboard to clothes. It's not glamourous, but it feels good to see a heap of things being repurposed or recycled.

By the end of this eventful excursion, the rooms seemed slightly more navigable. There's a long journey ahead, but tackling small portions each day helps; I just need to remind myself to shrug off any perfectionist tendencies. My goal is to make the space functional while we work with it, even if it means accepting that the last 20 percent takes longer than expected.

The kitchen became a hub of proper nutrition today, as I made sure we had everything set for healthy meals. I've realized that reliance on takeout over the past days hasn't done any wonders for my energy levels, so I've vowed to address that by cooking some decent grub.

I felt a little twinge of not getting to the code that mixes my hand-drawn work with my digital processes. It’s casual experimentation at the moment but requires a dive into the right headspace, which didn’t happen today. Flexing this integration holds lots of potential thrills, but it’ll have to wait a touch longer as today’s chores overran.

As evening came, the chair nestled among books upstairs offered a moment’s refuge. It's a haven for winding down. It reminds me that a pause at the end of any day's hustle truly clears the mind. The weight of the day lifts as the silent pages surround me.

Dinner cooked, I took a moment of stillness, and cast thoughts ahead on the horizon of plans for next year, grateful for the space, glasses perched on my nose, perched on the precipice of another year’s adventures.