Who is oneself?
I try to be organised. I’m not. I have far too many belongings but that’s a personal journey I’m currently working through. Sometimes I cling onto shit I know I’ll never need but desperately want to keep. Other things I find and question why the fuck I’ve kept it at all. Chuck. I’m slowly getting better. I don’t need things. I just need my sanity. Which I slowly LOSE in all my clutter, holy shit. CHUCK IT. Or as I say at work
“I found this on the floor Miss B…”
“BIN IT!”
“What?”
“BIN!”
Yeah, I need that mentality right there a little more at home.
Most things I have just need to be used. I like to Spring clean and become everyone’s favourite giftee. Here, free this, free that. Take it. Don’t want it. Don’t need it.
I try to be creative. I kind of am. At least, I think I am. I paint for a hobby but don’t plan on leaving my day job for it. I use that shiz at work. Decorating my room, my house, my bedroom. How can I make it personal, weird, different? What makes it really mine? I can’t answer that but ym colleagues certainly can recognise if it’s mine.
“Must be Rachel’s”
“Oh, that looks like Rachel would wear/love/use that!”
Usually odd eclectic items fit that description. However I’m not a hippy. I love animals, I want to recycle. However I don’t deviate that far from the norm to be defined in any kind of way.
I like to explore. If I’m left alone I end up wandering around. Finding new things and experiencing them in my own time. Weird items in cool shops. Appreciating the sky when walking through a park. Okay that makes me sound all whimsical. It’s a nice break from the chaos that goes on inside my head. I’ll let you in on a little secret; travelling too far from home is a bit scary right now but exciting as hell.
