#letting-go — Public Fediverse posts

Lockjaw

I need to lose this bulldog mentality,
this eternal case of lockjaw.

There is nothing wrong with tenacity,
but so much of what I hold onto leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

It trickles down my throat like arsenic,
sickening my soul,
and oozes out of my pores onto those closest to me.

Anger is the byproduct,
a loathing of self then spilled upon others,
toxicity.

Release.
Balm for sore jaws.
Something else to chew on.
Grace?

September 12, 2014

Lockjaw

I need to lose this bulldog mentality,
this eternal case of lockjaw.

There is nothing wrong with tenacity,
but so much of what I hold onto leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

It trickles down my throat like arsenic,
sickening my soul,
and oozes out of my pores onto those closest to me.

Anger is the byproduct,
a loathing of self then spilled upon others,
toxicity.

Release.
Balm for sore jaws.
Something else to chew on.
Grace?

September 12, 2014

Lockjaw

I need to lose this bulldog mentality,
this eternal case of lockjaw.

There is nothing wrong with tenacity,
but so much of what I hold onto leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

It trickles down my throat like arsenic,
sickening my soul,
and oozes out of my pores onto those closest to me.

Anger is the byproduct,
a loathing of self then spilled upon others,
toxicity.

Release.
Balm for sore jaws.
Something else to chew on.
Grace?

September 12, 2014

Lockjaw

I need to lose this bulldog mentality,
this eternal case of lockjaw.

There is nothing wrong with tenacity,
but so much of what I hold onto leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

It trickles down my throat like arsenic,
sickening my soul,
and oozes out of my pores onto those closest to me.

Anger is the byproduct,
a loathing of self then spilled upon others,
toxicity.

Release.
Balm for sore jaws.
Something else to chew on.
Grace?

September 12, 2014

What would change if you accepted that closure may never come from the person you’re waiting for it from?

#TheReset #PsychozoicEra #Detachment #LettingGo

What would change if you accepted that closure may never come from the person you’re waiting for it from?

#TheReset #PsychozoicEra #Detachment #LettingGo

What would change if you accepted that closure may never come from the person you’re waiting for it from?

#TheReset #PsychozoicEra #Detachment #LettingGo

Worrywart

I am a worrier.

Somehow I think that worrying gives me a measure of control over uncontrollable situations.

I have this idea that if I constantly imagine the worst-case scenario, then it won’t happen. A prediction of a morbid future somehow keeps it at bay.

That way I won’t be surprised.

It might be true or not, but it doesn’t leave much room for positive thoughts.

Or faith in God.

Worrying is just another side of fear, fear running roughshod over trusting the freedom of choice.

I worry a loved one may hurt herself. It would hurt deeply, but what can my worrying do? Except exacerbate the situation by keeping me from being centered, present, prayerful, and hopeful…

Trust is not the answer to worry. Prayer is.

I cannot begin to count the number of years accumulated from the hundreds of sleepless nights I have spent in fretful worry or rage.

Anger is simply another side of the restless coin. I do not believe that God can handle the situation, conversation, conflict, relationship . . . so I must carry on endless conversations in my head rather than simply releasing everything in prayer.

An old song comes to mind . . .  “bigger than all my problems, bigger than all my fears, God is bigger than any mountain that I can or cannot see.”

Let go and let God. Trite perhaps. But in essence quite correct. My hands have become arthritic talons from holding on to so many regrets, slights, grudges, dreams, hurts, wishes …

It is time once again to release the reins.

September 11, 2014

Worrywart

I am a worrier.

Somehow I think that worrying gives me a measure of control over uncontrollable situations.

I have this idea that if I constantly imagine the worst-case scenario, then it won’t happen. A prediction of a morbid future somehow keeps it at bay.

That way I won’t be surprised.

It might be true or not, but it doesn’t leave much room for positive thoughts.

Or faith in God.

Worrying is just another side of fear, fear running roughshod over trusting the freedom of choice.

I worry a loved one may hurt herself. It would hurt deeply, but what can my worrying do? Except exacerbate the situation by keeping me from being centered, present, prayerful, and hopeful…

Trust is not the answer to worry. Prayer is.

I cannot begin to count the number of years accumulated from the hundreds of sleepless nights I have spent in fretful worry or rage.

Anger is simply another side of the restless coin. I do not believe that God can handle the situation, conversation, conflict, relationship . . . so I must carry on endless conversations in my head rather than simply releasing everything in prayer.

An old song comes to mind . . .  “bigger than all my problems, bigger than all my fears, God is bigger than any mountain that I can or cannot see.”

Let go and let God. Trite perhaps. But in essence quite correct. My hands have become arthritic talons from holding on to so many regrets, slights, grudges, dreams, hurts, wishes …

It is time once again to release the reins.

September 11, 2014

Worrywart

I am a worrier.

Somehow I think that worrying gives me a measure of control over uncontrollable situations.

I have this idea that if I constantly imagine the worst-case scenario, then it won’t happen. A prediction of a morbid future somehow keeps it at bay.

That way I won’t be surprised.

It might be true or not, but it doesn’t leave much room for positive thoughts.

Or faith in God.

Worrying is just another side of fear, fear running roughshod over trusting the freedom of choice.

I worry a loved one may hurt herself. It would hurt deeply, but what can my worrying do? Except exacerbate the situation by keeping me from being centered, present, prayerful, and hopeful…

Trust is not the answer to worry. Prayer is.

I cannot begin to count the number of years accumulated from the hundreds of sleepless nights I have spent in fretful worry or rage.

Anger is simply another side of the restless coin. I do not believe that God can handle the situation, conversation, conflict, relationship . . . so I must carry on endless conversations in my head rather than simply releasing everything in prayer.

An old song comes to mind . . .  “bigger than all my problems, bigger than all my fears, God is bigger than any mountain that I can or cannot see.”

Let go and let God. Trite perhaps. But in essence quite correct. My hands have become arthritic talons from holding on to so many regrets, slights, grudges, dreams, hurts, wishes …

It is time once again to release the reins.

September 11, 2014

Worrywart

I am a worrier.

Somehow I think that worrying gives me a measure of control over uncontrollable situations.

I have this idea that if I constantly imagine the worst-case scenario, then it won’t happen. A prediction of a morbid future somehow keeps it at bay.

That way I won’t be surprised.

It might be true or not, but it doesn’t leave much room for positive thoughts.

Or faith in God.

Worrying is just another side of fear, fear running roughshod over trusting the freedom of choice.

I worry a loved one may hurt herself. It would hurt deeply, but what can my worrying do? Except exacerbate the situation by keeping me from being centered, present, prayerful, and hopeful…

Trust is not the answer to worry. Prayer is.

I cannot begin to count the number of years accumulated from the hundreds of sleepless nights I have spent in fretful worry or rage.

Anger is simply another side of the restless coin. I do not believe that God can handle the situation, conversation, conflict, relationship . . . so I must carry on endless conversations in my head rather than simply releasing everything in prayer.

An old song comes to mind . . .  “bigger than all my problems, bigger than all my fears, God is bigger than any mountain that I can or cannot see.”

Let go and let God. Trite perhaps. But in essence quite correct. My hands have become arthritic talons from holding on to so many regrets, slights, grudges, dreams, hurts, wishes …

It is time once again to release the reins.

September 11, 2014

Worrywart

I am a worrier.

Somehow I think that worrying gives me a measure of control over uncontrollable situations.

I have this idea that if I constantly imagine the worst-case scenario, then it won’t happen. A prediction of a morbid future somehow keeps it at bay.

That way I won’t be surprised.

It might be true or not, but it doesn’t leave much room for positive thoughts.

Or faith in God.

Worrying is just another side of fear, fear running roughshod over trusting the freedom of choice.

I worry a loved one may hurt herself. It would hurt deeply, but what can my worrying do? Except exacerbate the situation by keeping me from being centered, present, prayerful, and hopeful…

Trust is not the answer to worry. Prayer is.

I cannot begin to count the number of years accumulated from the hundreds of sleepless nights I have spent in fretful worry or rage.

Anger is simply another side of the restless coin. I do not believe that God can handle the situation, conversation, conflict, relationship . . . so I must carry on endless conversations in my head rather than simply releasing everything in prayer.

An old song comes to mind . . .  “bigger than all my problems, bigger than all my fears, God is bigger than any mountain that I can or cannot see.”

Let go and let God. Trite perhaps. But in essence quite correct. My hands have become arthritic talons from holding on to so many regrets, slights, grudges, dreams, hurts, wishes …

It is time once again to release the reins.

September 11, 2014

Day 2: Mapping Your Vision & Defining Objectives

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/09/day-2-mapping-your-vision-defining-objectives/

Day 2: Mapping Your Vision & Defining Objectives

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/09/day-2-mapping-your-vision-defining-objectives/

Day 2: Mapping Your Vision & Defining Objectives

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/09/day-2-mapping-your-vision-defining-objectives/

Day 2: Mapping Your Vision & Defining Objectives

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/09/day-2-mapping-your-vision-defining-objectives/

Day 2: Mapping Your Vision & Defining Objectives

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/09/day-2-mapping-your-vision-defining-objectives/

Expressive Writing for Addiction: How Journaling Heals the Brain

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/08/expressive-writing-for-addiction-how-journaling-heals-the-brain/

Expressive Writing for Addiction: How Journaling Heals the Brain

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/08/expressive-writing-for-addiction-how-journaling-heals-the-brain/

Expressive Writing for Addiction: How Journaling Heals the Brain

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/08/expressive-writing-for-addiction-how-journaling-heals-the-brain/

Expressive Writing for Addiction: How Journaling Heals the Brain

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/08/expressive-writing-for-addiction-how-journaling-heals-the-brain/

Expressive Writing for Addiction: How Journaling Heals the Brain

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/08/expressive-writing-for-addiction-how-journaling-heals-the-brain/

Sometimes the hardest thing to release isn’t a person.

It’s the story you keep telling yourself about what could have been.

That’s Detachment.

#TheReset #PsychozoicEra #Detachment #LettingGo

Sometimes the hardest thing to release isn’t a person.

It’s the story you keep telling yourself about what could have been.

That’s Detachment.

#TheReset #PsychozoicEra #Detachment #LettingGo

Sometimes the hardest thing to release isn’t a person.

It’s the story you keep telling yourself about what could have been.

That’s Detachment.

#TheReset #PsychozoicEra #Detachment #LettingGo

QUIETLY, KEEP WALKING 💎

At seventy, I sometimes wonder what I would want an elder to have told me when I was young.

Probably this:

Don’t take anything too seriously. You will not solve every dilemma you encounter anyway. Try new things. Try new ideas. Try different ways of living. Meet lots of different people. Travel and have different experiences in unknown places. When something stops working, move on.

QUIETLY.

There's no great drama you ever need to contain. No need to prove that you were right or that the other person was wrong. No need to turn every ending into a battle, or even some of them.

I spent a lot of my life believing certain things were so terribly important; they weren't, but I defended them anyway. I argued endlessly for them. Above all else, I wanted to be right. I wasted a lot of time on meaningless details. Now I can’t even remember half of what they were about. That tells me something. Perhaps life isn’t about getting it right.

Perhaps it’s about fully experiencing life and knowing when it’s time to let something go and keep walking.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@disability
@pwd
@joinin

#Life #LettingGo #Perspective #Wisdom #KeepWalking

QUIETLY, KEEP WALKING 💎

At seventy, I sometimes wonder what I would want an elder to have told me when I was young.

Probably this:

Don’t take anything too seriously. You will not solve every dilemma you encounter anyway. Try new things. Try new ideas. Try different ways of living. Meet lots of different people. Travel and have different experiences in unknown places. When something stops working, move on.

QUIETLY.

There's no great drama you ever need to contain. No need to prove that you were right or that the other person was wrong. No need to turn every ending into a battle, or even some of them.

I spent a lot of my life believing certain things were so terribly important; they weren't, but I defended them anyway. I argued endlessly for them. Above all else, I wanted to be right. I wasted a lot of time on meaningless details. Now I can’t even remember half of what they were about. That tells me something. Perhaps life isn’t about getting it right.

Perhaps it’s about fully experiencing life and knowing when it’s time to let something go and keep walking.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@disability
@pwd
@joinin

#Life #LettingGo #Perspective #Wisdom #KeepWalking

QUIETLY, KEEP WALKING 💎

At seventy, I sometimes wonder what I would want an elder to have told me when I was young.

Probably this:

Don’t take anything too seriously. You will not solve every dilemma you encounter anyway. Try new things. Try new ideas. Try different ways of living. Meet lots of different people. Travel and have different experiences in unknown places. When something stops working, move on.

QUIETLY.

There's no great drama you ever need to contain. No need to prove that you were right or that the other person was wrong. No need to turn every ending into a battle, or even some of them.

I spent a lot of my life believing certain things were so terribly important; they weren't, but I defended them anyway. I argued endlessly for them. Above all else, I wanted to be right. I wasted a lot of time on meaningless details. Now I can’t even remember half of what they were about. That tells me something. Perhaps life isn’t about getting it right.

Perhaps it’s about fully experiencing life and knowing when it’s time to let something go and keep walking.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@disability
@pwd
@joinin

#Life #LettingGo #Perspective #Wisdom #KeepWalking

QUIETLY, KEEP WALKING 💎

At seventy, I sometimes wonder what I would want an elder to have told me when I was young.

Probably this:

Don’t take anything too seriously. You will not solve every dilemma you encounter anyway. Try new things. Try new ideas. Try different ways of living. Meet lots of different people. Travel and have different experiences in unknown places. When something stops working, move on.

QUIETLY.

There's no great drama you ever need to contain. No need to prove that you were right or that the other person was wrong. No need to turn every ending into a battle, or even some of them.

I spent a lot of my life believing certain things were so terribly important; they weren't, but I defended them anyway. I argued endlessly for them. Above all else, I wanted to be right. I wasted a lot of time on meaningless details. Now I can’t even remember half of what they were about. That tells me something. Perhaps life isn’t about getting it right.

Perhaps it’s about fully experiencing life and knowing when it’s time to let something go and keep walking.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@disability
@pwd
@joinin

#Life #LettingGo #Perspective #Wisdom #KeepWalking

QUIETLY, KEEP WALKING 💎

At seventy, I sometimes wonder what I would want an elder to have told me when I was young.

Probably this:

Don’t take anything too seriously. You will not solve every dilemma you encounter anyway. Try new things. Try new ideas. Try different ways of living. Meet lots of different people. Travel and have different experiences in unknown places. When something stops working, move on.

QUIETLY.

There's no great drama you ever need to contain. No need to prove that you were right or that the other person was wrong. No need to turn every ending into a battle, or even some of them.

I spent a lot of my life believing certain things were so terribly important; they weren't, but I defended them anyway. I argued endlessly for them. Above all else, I wanted to be right. I wasted a lot of time on meaningless details. Now I can’t even remember half of what they were about. That tells me something. Perhaps life isn’t about getting it right.

Perhaps it’s about fully experiencing life and knowing when it’s time to let something go and keep walking.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@disability
@pwd
@joinin

#Life #LettingGo #Perspective #Wisdom #KeepWalking

The Beauty of Broken Things

I almost stepped over it.

It was just a piece of broken shell lying in the dirt, surrounded by pine needles, stones, and the debris that accumulates wherever nature is left to itself.

But then I saw the color.

That impossible blue against the earth.

And I stopped.

I wondered how many beautiful things we miss because we have already decided that broken means ruined.

There’s something almost absurdly beautiful about the broken turquoise shell lying in dirt and pine needles. It’s not beautiful despite being broken. The brokenness is what makes it visually arresting. The jagged edges, the pieces scattered around it, the contrast between that almost luminous blue and the ordinary earth.

And then there are those little intact forms beside it—whole, quiet, almost egg-like things. So you have this natural juxtaposition of whole and broken, becoming and becoming-undone.

We like the unbroken bowl.
The finished painting.
The relationship that works.
The body that doesn’t betray us.
The life that follows the plan.

We tend to look at the broken thing and immediately think:

This needs to be fixed.

But what if brokenness isn’t always a failure of the thing?

What if sometimes the breaking is part of what reveals it?

A shell has to break for something to emerge from it. A seed has to split open. A fallen branch becomes habitat. A decaying thing feeds something else. Even the pieces of something that can no longer be made whole become part of the landscape.

And maybe people aren’t so different.

Perhaps we spend too much of our lives trying to return ourselves to a version of whole that never really existed.

A version only held in memory.

Maybe this is true of our memories, too.

A fragment here. A face there. The feeling of sunlight through a particular window. The sound of someone’s voice. A sentence we can’t quite remember but somehow remember how it made us feel.

We take these fragments and build a story around them.

And sometimes, without realizing it, we mistake the story for the thing itself.

We remember childhood as a place we could once return to. A relationship as something that was once whole. A version of ourselves we imagine we might somehow find again.

But perhaps what we’re remembering was never quite as whole as we believe.

What happens when we stop trying to put the memories back together?

Because maybe the fragments don’t need to reconstruct the whole.

Maybe a broken memory can simply be a piece of what was—valuable without being complete, beautiful without being entirely accurate.

The turquoise eggshell isn’t beautiful because you can reconstruct the object it once belonged to.

It’s beautiful as a fragment.

Some things don’t need to be made whole to be worthy of being held.

The Beauty of Broken Things

I almost stepped over it.

It was just a piece of broken shell lying in the dirt, surrounded by pine needles, stones, and the debris that accumulates wherever nature is left to itself.

But then I saw the color.

That impossible blue against the earth.

And I stopped.

I wondered how many beautiful things we miss because we have already decided that broken means ruined.

There’s something almost absurdly beautiful about the broken turquoise shell lying in dirt and pine needles. It’s not beautiful despite being broken. The brokenness is what makes it visually arresting. The jagged edges, the pieces scattered around it, the contrast between that almost luminous blue and the ordinary earth.

And then there are those little intact forms beside it—whole, quiet, almost egg-like things. So you have this natural juxtaposition of whole and broken, becoming and becoming-undone.

We like the unbroken bowl.
The finished painting.
The relationship that works.
The body that doesn’t betray us.
The life that follows the plan.

We tend to look at the broken thing and immediately think:

This needs to be fixed.

But what if brokenness isn’t always a failure of the thing?

What if sometimes the breaking is part of what reveals it?

A shell has to break for something to emerge from it. A seed has to split open. A fallen branch becomes habitat. A decaying thing feeds something else. Even the pieces of something that can no longer be made whole become part of the landscape.

And maybe people aren’t so different.

Perhaps we spend too much of our lives trying to return ourselves to a version of whole that never really existed.

A version only held in memory.

Maybe this is true of our memories, too.

A fragment here. A face there. The feeling of sunlight through a particular window. The sound of someone’s voice. A sentence we can’t quite remember but somehow remember how it made us feel.

We take these fragments and build a story around them.

And sometimes, without realizing it, we mistake the story for the thing itself.

We remember childhood as a place we could once return to. A relationship as something that was once whole. A version of ourselves we imagine we might somehow find again.

But perhaps what we’re remembering was never quite as whole as we believe.

What happens when we stop trying to put the memories back together?

Because maybe the fragments don’t need to reconstruct the whole.

Maybe a broken memory can simply be a piece of what was—valuable without being complete, beautiful without being entirely accurate.

The turquoise eggshell isn’t beautiful because you can reconstruct the object it once belonged to.

It’s beautiful as a fragment.

Some things don’t need to be made whole to be worthy of being held.

Finding Your Higher Power: Trusting When God Removes People From Your Life

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/05/finding-your-higher-power-trusting-when-god-removes-people-from-your-life/

Finding Your Higher Power: Trusting When God Removes People From Your Life

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/05/finding-your-higher-power-trusting-when-god-removes-people-from-your-life/

Finding Your Higher Power: Trusting When God Removes People From Your Life

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/05/finding-your-higher-power-trusting-when-god-removes-people-from-your-life/

Finding Your Higher Power: Trusting When God Removes People From Your Life

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/05/finding-your-higher-power-trusting-when-god-removes-people-from-your-life/

Finding Your Higher Power: Trusting When God Removes People From Your Life

https://notestonowhere6.wordpress.com/2026/09/05/finding-your-higher-power-trusting-when-god-removes-people-from-your-life/

https://nkvssp.thecomicseries.com/comics/699/

Some folks just do that

#kitteh #puppy #fridayreads #sketch #FridayFact #webcomics #webcomicchat #comicbookhour #comics #sketch #harm #lettinggo #choice #life #moveon #saturdaymorning #vibecheck

https://nkvssp.thecomicseries.com/comics/699/

Some folks just do that

#kitteh #puppy #fridayreads #sketch #FridayFact #webcomics #webcomicchat #comicbookhour #comics #sketch #harm #lettinggo #choice #life #moveon #saturdaymorning #vibecheck

https://nkvssp.thecomicseries.com/comics/699/

Some folks just do that

#kitteh #puppy #fridayreads #sketch #FridayFact #webcomics #webcomicchat #comicbookhour #comics #sketch #harm #lettinggo #choice #life #moveon #saturdaymorning #vibecheck

https://nkvssp.thecomicseries.com/comics/699/

Some folks just do that

#kitteh #puppy #fridayreads #sketch #FridayFact #webcomics #webcomicchat #comicbookhour #comics #sketch #harm #lettinggo #choice #life #moveon #saturdaymorning #vibecheck

Detachment is one of the hardest phases of The Reset. No one can tell you how long it will take. Are you really in Phase 3?

#TheReset #PsychozoicEra #Detachment #PersonalGrowth #LettingGo

Detachment is one of the hardest phases of The Reset. No one can tell you how long it will take. Are you really in Phase 3?

#TheReset #PsychozoicEra #Detachment #PersonalGrowth #LettingGo

Detachment is one of the hardest phases of The Reset. No one can tell you how long it will take. Are you really in Phase 3?

#TheReset #PsychozoicEra #Detachment #PersonalGrowth #LettingGo

Shoulds

Resist the urge
to fill the
blank spaces
in your life.
They are
already filled
with the
Presence of God.

September 2, 2015

✮ After-Dinner Breakfast ✮

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“I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now.” — Edna Mode. Keep the lesson, reclaim your focus. Read the full blog.
#PresentMoment #Focus #PersonalGrowth #Leadership #Reflection #DecisionMaking #MindfulAction #LettingGo
https://stayingalive.in/thought-of-the-day/the-discipline-of-staying.html

“I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now.” — Edna Mode. Keep the lesson, reclaim your focus. Read the full blog.
#PresentMoment #Focus #PersonalGrowth #Leadership #Reflection #DecisionMaking #MindfulAction #LettingGo
https://stayingalive.in/thought-of-the-day/the-discipline-of-staying.html

“I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now.” — Edna Mode. Keep the lesson, reclaim your focus. Read the full blog.
#PresentMoment #Focus #PersonalGrowth #Leadership #Reflection #DecisionMaking #MindfulAction #LettingGo
https://stayingalive.in/thought-of-the-day/the-discipline-of-staying.html

“I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now.” — Edna Mode. Keep the lesson, reclaim your focus. Read the full blog.
#PresentMoment #Focus #PersonalGrowth #Leadership #Reflection #DecisionMaking #MindfulAction #LettingGo
https://stayingalive.in/thought-of-the-day/the-discipline-of-staying.html

“I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now.” — Edna Mode. Keep the lesson, reclaim your focus. Read the full blog.
#PresentMoment #Focus #PersonalGrowth #Leadership #Reflection #DecisionMaking #MindfulAction #LettingGo
https://stayingalive.in/thought-of-the-day/the-discipline-of-staying.html

Time to tidy up my hoardings! To danshari (断捨離)! I’ve decided to get rid of at least one unnecessary item every day. Wish me luck! It’s harder than it sounds. 😅😆

Today, I recycled some pretty wallpaper with which my friend wrapped a gift to me. I was gonna repurpose it, but I’ve got no idea. So off it goes!

#断捨離 #lettingGo #BabySteps

Time to tidy up my hoardings! To danshari (断捨離)! I’ve decided to get rid of at least one unnecessary item every day. Wish me luck! It’s harder than it sounds. 😅😆

Today, I recycled some pretty wallpaper with which my friend wrapped a gift to me. I was gonna repurpose it, but I’ve got no idea. So off it goes!

#断捨離 #lettingGo #BabySteps