Porthole

Change of direction? Seek the balance?

I should do an assessment every season. My journal was set up in books by season but I've skipped so many days that the notebook I'm using will last till sprng.

It's snowing, will snow all day. 24 degrees earlier this morning.

I have work to do cleaning and uncluttering. If I tackle the NW corner I might be able to move my old queen bed out. It's still functional but it takes up too much space. I also need to arrange the area around my new twin bed before the frame is put into place and makes it more difficult to move things around. Almost done. I rest between working. It's the only option.

I'm looking forward to a blah blah day.

So... where am I at otherwise? What direction should I take; what balance needs to be sought.

Thoughts:

1. Balance. I'm on the internet too much. Needs to be cut back. I need to limit time on WDC and watching Thai TV series... or just do other things more. My blog feels lonely, a long lonely month. Some days not one comment. Some days no views.
2. Like cleaning and decluttering. I've cooked more these past couple weeks and actually doing something (anything) is helping me. Potatoes and onions au gratin.
3. Still not interacting with many people and the Ghost of Omicron present is looming as this town is anti-mask and anti-vaxx and the rest of the region is worse, much worse.

More: people IRL, taking care of business. Less: lost in thoughts, online.

I could read... have hundreds of books. I haven't been in the mood for many months. I read online, constantly, every day; but reading a book would be a good idea.

Travel... still on hold. I could study Thai more diligently.

Direction? I dunno. I've thought of moving. I've thought of spending 8 months/year on the road. My old body complains about that concept. Financially, I can travel. Devil is in the details. Getting out is possible but getting back is iffy. Do I take the risk? At my age I have one foot in the grave so I'm not sure that it matters much if I just jump into the waiting hole.

My trinket... perhaps not rejoining the world quite yet.

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