I sit here, at my desk, listening to Christmas music, sipping chai tea from a Marauder’s Map mug, and procrastinating even more on a paper I should have finished ages ago.
Simultaneously as I write this post, I worry about which new laptop I should invest in and kick myself for keeping awake until 3:45 this morning while I began minimalism-ing my room.
My phone dings. My heart races as I look down, again disappointed it isn’t that person. Yet, I must keep reminding myself that the people who are speaking to me are really the ones that actually matter – the ones that truly care.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving. And, while that one family member was not there, the questions he always asks me with such a condescending look on his face still flitted through my mind.
“So, another year, achieved anything yet?”
My GPA is crap, if that’s an accomplishment.
“Art is such a pointless occupation, but, it is fitting for you.”
Fitting? Yes, I happen to be doing rather well. It is a very competitive field, thank you very much.
“Did you gain weight? You look different.”
And it never occurred to you that, perhaps, I look different because I’m actually taking care of myself now?
Alas, these words still pierce me.
Shot to the heart and you’re too late.
But, here’s to a new year. A year of hope and joy. A year of minimalizing and simplifying my life.