Some to do’s are meaningful because they mean progress:
-get a meeting with financial advisor (and pick up my taxes, 3 years of them are done and this is 3 years of anxiety out ☺)
By the way I got a huge raise last week ☺
-call to get dishwasher and fan installation done.
Those two things are huge milestones. I will be 50 pounds lighter after this.
Amourx.
I think I got it. Dream of a home!! A home with 2 floors and a basement, with a fireplace maybe. A home with a yard to enjoy. An old home, a new home, a home to live in and love in. A home to create, paint, fix, build, strip, entertain, educate, grow. A home that becomes my first life. A home where new dreams are concocted and life is re-invented.
I want a home.
Amourx.
It would be on the small side. Compact. Hot, feverish even, very still.
My body would be… socially acceptable. Not comparable to my real body, which is probably on the upper end of socially acceptable. My home is a little bit more… socially borderline acceptable. Definitely shy, introverted and even agoraphobic.
Its pointless to compare with other homes, I am aiming for a baseline here.
My body would be functional. Everything is working here although my dishwasher has been broken for years, from the time I fell on the open door (a freak accident). So I hand wash dishes and lo, dirty dishes are part of the everyday, wether I stare at them or wash them. It’s one or the other.
So, if I went to the doctor with my home-body, I would pass the health test. But digging deeper, things will not necessarily be so good. I may be suffering of a depression or other mental illness. Lets dig deeper.
Hygiene. While my real body has a healthy regiment for hygiene, I’m not sure the home would pass the test. If the floor is my skin, and I wash the floor maybe three times a year, well I wash my skin everyday or two. My floor does not pass the test of proper hygiene.
Then again I sometimes wash areas of the floor, the centre of the rooms. the kitchen and bathroom, more often. Maybe this is like ‘lightly’ brushing teeth and washing hair twice a week. It would be ok if it was more frequent. You always need a thorough cleaning. For the body once a week can work for hair, nails, shaving etc. For the home… Is it once a month?
So if my home was a body it would be dirty. My clothes would have food spills and blotches, the clutter in my home. I would have zits and hair growing where it’s not supposed too. My hair would be big and tangled (just like in real life). The only reason I would not be overweight is because I’ve been wearing skinny jeans since 1983.
If my home was a body it would have no social skills. It would be abused by a controlling, dominating owner, that will not ever let it grow and evolve. It would never have company. I would never make someone happy for being in me, not even my evil, dominating owner.
If my home was a body, only a fraction of its potential is used. My home could be an open field, where new relations are made, and the world order drawn all over again. Most importantly my home could be where my people comes, rests, plays and reinvents the world.
Amourx.
