ORIGINAL POST: October 10, 2007
It was a good day today, the kind where you lose track of time to one purposeful activity after another. I was focused and intent without energy-draing idleness. And of course, all that focus comes back to Kenya.
I've been declining the option to leave work early in order to keep building funds. I got a subscritption renewal notice and thought, "I won't be around to read this." I've virtually stopped accumulating things, and in fact, doing the opposite. A bag of Goodwill-bound clothing sits in my car. I sold my bowling ball. I've started looking at my books and thinking of friends who would enjoy them. I started patching torn clothing to eschew buying new.
I'm snipping at the strings, minimizing my liabilities. I have to give myself the freedom to do anything on the other side of this. I can't have too many ties to suck me back into the Haute by default. Eventually, I'll end up back here. I'm the only child of three parents, and I'll have to be a good son someday. But now is my window to run. I'm looking to shed old skin to see what grows back. I'm breaking out in a big way.
It was a good day today, the kind where you lose track of time to one purposeful activity after another. I was focused and intent without energy-draing idleness. And of course, all that focus comes back to Kenya.
I've been declining the option to leave work early in order to keep building funds. I got a subscritption renewal notice and thought, "I won't be around to read this." I've virtually stopped accumulating things, and in fact, doing the opposite. A bag of Goodwill-bound clothing sits in my car. I sold my bowling ball. I've started looking at my books and thinking of friends who would enjoy them. I started patching torn clothing to eschew buying new.
I'm snipping at the strings, minimizing my liabilities. I have to give myself the freedom to do anything on the other side of this. I can't have too many ties to suck me back into the Haute by default. Eventually, I'll end up back here. I'm the only child of three parents, and I'll have to be a good son someday. But now is my window to run. I'm looking to shed old skin to see what grows back. I'm breaking out in a big way.