Well, that's as far as I got last night, scribbling what I thought was a brilliant title for my next post on a piece of paper. I was interrupted before I could finish. Now I have no idea how that thought ended.
Recently I bought a book about feng shui. It's supposed to help me clean out my house. And, miracle of miracles, it's working better than I expected. It talks a lot about stagnation. Mental and emotional stagnation encouraged and perpetuated by environmental stagnation. I'm supposed to be throwing out all my broken dishes, purging the purported piles of random stuff that have accumulated in the corners of my rooms... and at the same time, loosening the death grip my brain has on the past. Or vice-versa; loosening the past's grip on my mind.
Following the same train of thought, I was considering weight-loss.
-Rather than a goal of thinness, or fitting into smaller pants, or becoming physically healthier, I was wondering about approaching it from the new angle of anti-stagnation. Ridding myself of bodily clutter.
Following that thought further, I envisioned myself going backwards through years of accumulated stores - this week, I'd work through 2008 Christmas chocolate and Thanksgiving turkey... next month, perhaps my birthday cake from the summer, or last year's Easter candy. Maybe after awhile, I could finally rid myself of meals I ate in 2001; my body will be flying through time, gaining speed as the ballast falls away.
Sounds great... in a totally psychotic way.
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