Strange Days

Time has been strange in the last couple of days.

It started with going to kung fu on Thursday night, which is a definite reminder of the past, though I've certainly forgotten a lot over the last year or so of absence--and seven years of spotty attendance.

There's also the surprising physicality of it. Despite all the exercise I was getting in Victoria, and mostly continued in Edmonton, my first class back destroyed me. All of Friday, moving around was a painful reminder of how hard my thighs had been working doing stances on Thursday. I'll be glad when that goes away after a week or two of sustained effort--hopefully. In any case, it was this muscle-crushing exhaustion that was largely responsible for this post coming out on Saturday instead of Friday.

Excuses, excuses.

Though something I did accomplish on Friday, resulting in my timey-wimey whiplash, was going into work to pick up my things. In some ways this was a dive into the past as well, but a much more recent past. Also, the reality of cleaning out my desk (metaphorically--it had already been put into boxes, mostly) made the future loom distinctly larger. Though I'm still convinced that this was the right decision, scary though it may be on occasion.

Today I've been diving into the history of the things I own, as an ongoing process of getting rid of the junk I don't need. I did laundry, for example, but as I put things away, I went through all my cupboards as well as the clean laundry to decide what I actually want and need. I now have a couple of large bags of clothing to be either given away or recycled as rags.

It's a good process. One that causes more mess in the process of creating less mess, though a quick visit to the dumpster, recycling bin, and reuse store will clear out a lot of it.