|My mom had a big heavy Electrolux|
canister vacuum that I dragged around
the house when I was forced to.
I sense there is probably some connection between the disorganization in my life and my sense of self worth. I am feeling a powerful urge to purge my life of extraneous stuff. The biggest problem with that is that most of what I own that is not necessary furniture are art supplies and books, both of which I collect obsessively, the physical manifestation of my desire to know everything and make everything. I don't know how to pare down either. Just thinking of getting rid of my art supplies just makes me try to rearrange them in my head in some configuration that takes up less space. That's an improvement, right? Obviously this will take some internal work. I see this as an extension of my efforts to cherish and improve my body. Building an environment that is conducive to clear thinking and creativity can do nothing but help me as I try to improve my mind/body connection.