Decluttering Life

How silly of me to have my thoughts run in disarray again tonight. What I would give, for once in a blue moon, for my mind to be empty and still. Listening to music has a tendency to bring things to my head, and before I know it, I’m no longer listening to notes but voices within my mind. Tonight, IT was an eclectic play-list, from piano instrumentals to smooth jazz.

Many of them prompted me to look inwards, to rediscover my passion and new approach to life in the minimalistic way. I’m taking a page from the Zen Habits blog, and cleaned up my excessiveness, less scheduling, less discipline for pure joy of simplicity, which is the lifestyle I have always loved. A few years back, during a summer expedition, I lived off of a luggage of items that had hit in a 3 x 1 feet wide locker. I realized then that I really didn’t need much to live and I loved every bit of what I had, none of these fancy items to organize my life because my life was completely efficient with what little I had. I still think back to those days a lot, and at times I wondered how I managed, but I realized that in times of necessity, all I had with me are necessities and no baggage.

I’m looking at my own life, and am beginning to wonder how much baggage I have picked up for myself along the way from a life of just wanting to give myself voice and options to a life of fulfilling others' voices and options. I’ve grown and then swung back to where I had begun only now I am in a different location living with new people and surrounding myself with new things. Silly to say the least.

I’m giving myself unlimited of time to do expose myself to anything and everything and allow myself the option to follow what truly gives me joy.

Good Luck with yours,

Gracie.

Inner thinking

In a span of a year, I’ve made three new blogs; two barely lasting more than a few months. However, this may be the final one as it is the most intimate of the three and bears memories of college from freshmen through today. When I think of college, I think of my plethora sessions of radiator chats with some of the best girl and guy friends I’ve ever made in my life. There is something incredibly intimate about sitting in that hallway, toasting your butt to the secrecies of friendship and baring your soul to the strangest of acquaintances in the most honest and raw way. The contrast of the worlds in both literal and mental senses; there’s the warmth of the radiator and chillness of the outdoors seeping in through the glass barrier, mimicking the world of two conversers and the rest of the walking society.

Topics of philosophy, to life and self reflection, from love and devotion to betrayals and weeps… all sorts of life and walkers of the earth, yet only the radiator remains the same, ever the toaster and listeners of all languages and all comforters of emotions.

Welcome to the chronicles of the radiator.