|From the walkway, looking west-ish, Propect Park West apartment houses.|
I am struggling with the big D depression now. I haven't succumbed to it, but now I am getting a bit worried. After all, it really isn't even winter yet. Skies are still blue a fair amount of the time. I know the greyer skies and colder air will be here imminently. I am trying to get the means to get on medication again.
|Same place, in the park.|
I do think my energy and musing will be renewed soonish. I have been mulling over a lot of things about me and my life, my expectations, my personal myths, my dreams about what I wanted from life. I don't anticipate many of them are going to happen, such as having a place that has plenty of room.
I've begun to think that I need to simplify my life. To get rid of more of the things I have so carefully and lovingly created. I think some of these possessions just pressure me. Or I am hanging on to for a rainy day or something more significant to change. I think I am "salting" in with my ideas and dreams and not getting on with ... what? reality?
So, the plan is to move toward de-accession. I need to invest in some other equipment in order to be a premium seller on eBay and Etsy, but it will probably be worth it.