Belgium had another national holiday this past Monday, and I went for a short while to my hometown. The weather on Monday was so nice we decided to go out for a little trip – originally to Loenen, but then we roadtripped a bit through the villages next to it, before we headed into Doesburg. I like Doesburg – it is beautiful, historic, but not overrun by tourists (unless you count the many cyclists that come out when the weather’s nice).
I’ve been doing some more reading in the past couple of weeks. I figured that I was behind on my Goodreads schedule and I was spending too much time watching Netflix (Misfits, Stranger Things, amongst others) without feeling very happy about it. Even the latter episodes of Game of Thrones failed to excite me much anymore this year – I just really wanted to see how Bran dealt with Hodor’s death and it wasn’t shown and that bugged me perhaps more than it should.
I also made the classic mistake of heading into Waterstones three Saturdays in a row this month. I don’t know what it is with book stores, but they seem to temporarily disable my otherwise over-active saving tendencies. There was also a buy 2 get the second one for half price deals and who can resist that when they are already inside a book store?
So which books did I buy?
Like many others, I have taken up the practice of bullet journalling because it is a handy tool and it helps me achieve my goals and complete my to do-lists, of which there have traditionally always been very many. But I was missing something for a long time – especially as I have had to do a complete overhaul of my future recently and now everything is possible again. I had problems with the future log because I have frankly no idea where I am going to be in two months’ time. It is a bit hard to plan accordingly, since the idea to just go off to France and become fluent in French has come up in my mind often in recent times.
In comes the Day Zero Project, which proposed a perfect resolution to all the nagging doubts in my head about a bucket list – because yes, of course I would like to go to New Zealand one day, but I’d rather do that at a point where I have the actual funds to do so and can share it with someone else. It is not something on my mind right now. I recently read a blog post wherein someone mentioned that everything she could possibly want in travelling was right around the corner in Europe: ice cream, sun, cheese and wine. I’d add churches and museums, personally.
Beer, more ale and that fast
pronounciation of yours
The illegal part
of town, cups of tea, decked in black
The winds of summer, bike proficient,
numbers were your colours
And I, hard-spoken, fleeing
Pebbles to the water.
These days a lot is being written about the notion of minimalism, living in a space without too much personal belongings or clutter. Whilst I understand the philosophy behind it – cleanliness is supposed to be a sign of a sound mind – I own too much kitchen stuff alone because cooking and producing good food relaxes me and makes me happy. For a while now, I have been considering doing the ‘Throw 100 items away’ challenge and it will probably happen when I move later this month. That being said, I may just be one of those people for whom minimalism will never work.
As a student, I work, sleep and eat in the same room. At the same time, I’m also one of those people that focus on one task and manage to completely disregard whatever state the surroundings are in, as opposed to some of my friends, who always clean before working. In busy times, this often leads to a messy living space. Perhaps this will change when my work area will be separated from my living area. However, part of me will always tend to agree with Anne Lamott when it comes to minimalism and clutter:
Clutter and mess shows us that life is being lived… Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation… Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist’s true friend. What people somehow forgot to mention when we were children is that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here.