I'm going through another stage of 'growing up' at the moment, I think, and I'm starting to realise that my cluttered environment is not one that is easily sustainable or good for my well-being. I have a lot of physical clutter in my physical spaces, but the most worrying of clutters I have is the clutter in my mind. I am going to really make an effort to try methods of meditation and relaxation in the coming weeks, months, I guess when I get around to it... but I know I need to get around to it soon. I'm struggling again with my physical health, my same old stomach troubles plus a nasty throat and sinus infection. Again, I always feel weird telling people that I'm not feeling well, or that I can't do stuff because I'm not feeling well, because a) in relation to other people's much more serious health issues mine are truly insignificant in comparison. b) because it really bothers me to have to admit that a seemingly mild yet persistent and unpleasant physical problem is debilitating me to the extent of missing out on things like hanging out with friends and actually enjoying myself for once and c) because I ALWAYS SEEM TO BE SICK y'all must be getting tired of hearing it!
In conclusion to this rant, I feel like de-cluttering my mind and finding like that ""inner peace"" or whatever that crap people rave on about might be the answer for me feeling better mentally which will help with feeling better physically. Hell, even if I can sleep through a whole night it'll be worth it. If I've said it once Grimes has said it a million times "GIRL YOU KNOW YOU GOTTA WATCH YOUR HEALTH".
More clutter below:
|Me last Saturday night before I went out, AGAIN, I know|
|You cannot ever beat the feeling of buying a new lipstick|
|Trying to decide what to collage on my tambourine|
|Ended up going with cut-out pictures of hands|
|Amazing images in a '70s Yoga book I bought|
|Jump From Paper sent me this amazing backpack! This is me wearing it disappearing into 2D realms...|
|Yoga and Glen Campbell|
|Tavi sent me this and bloody made my day|
|A broken flour sifter thing at Savers|
|At the wholesale flower market with my Mum|
|Pretty much killed me dead when I found this|