Day 7

One week of blogging nonsense.

Welcome to the daily rambling thoughts of your friendly neighbourhood anti-influencer where I urge you to be yourself and be unique.

It’s late in the morning and I’m grasping my second coffee of the day while my mind is still half clinging to a series of very deep and bizarre dreams that are just starting to slip away, details fading. I can’t explain why, but I’ve just lost half a day in sleep and really heavy sleep too. I can only assume that my body needed the rest and I feel an odd sense of peace and contentment.

My leg is feeling much better today, perhaps it was the really long snooze which has helped. Chores are stacking up against me but they can wait.

Instead of having this consistent itch at the back of my head to declutter, sell everything and live a more minimal lifestyle, I have come to realise that my crazy clutter, isn’t clutter, its treasure. Its memories and passions and craft supplies for a thousand projects in a hyperactive mind.

I’m not a minimalist by nature, I’m not a hoarder either as everything needs to be stores carefully on a boat with no spare room as a dumping ground and keeping everything within easy reach.

I am perfectly aware that my craft ideas will possibly out live my own life span, but at least this way I will never get bored.

I think that extra long sleep must have helped clear the clutter from my mind too as I’m feeling less inclined to battle my chaos, but instead to embrace it and just be myself – I don’t need to live my life like anyone else…