I saw a saying before: the more cluttered a person's room and desktop, the simpler their mind; on the contrary, people with complex inner thoughts will pursue minimalism in their environment. I think my mind is transitioning from simplicity to complexity. Work tasks are piling up, and I need to take on responsibilities. There are many ideas waiting to be implemented, many books I want to finish reading, many topics I want to understand... and so on. That's why I've been wanting to declutter my environment recently.
I deleted useless photos and screenshots from my phone from 2023, removed useless items from my Taobao favorites, deleted dozens of useless alarm times from my phone, deleted files on my computer desktop that haven't been opened for a long time, threw away the clutter on my desk, gave all the blind boxes to my colleagues, reorganized and rearranged all the books at home, threw away the dead plants on the balcony, and got rid of toxic relationships from my heart. I wish I could categorize and clean my brain like a grid, so that when I think of spring, only the grid called "spring" lights up, and the other grids called "work" and "schedule" are closed.
I started liking the feeling of cutting my hair short when I was in school. Every time Tony, my teacher, cut my hair, I felt lighter, and all my worries disappeared. I felt like I was rebooted and refreshed. Now I want to break myself apart and restart everything. But in reality, it's difficult for me to organize my brain to work like an Excel spreadsheet, so let me record two happy things first!
The happiest thing recently is that I changed my mattress. Waking up in the morning feels so comfortable! It turns out that sleeping with a raised waist is uncomfortable. I spent half a day going to furniture stores with my friends and seriously tried out more than ten mattresses before choosing the one I liked. My friend said, "Are you still going to learn how to draw? Remember to keep 18 months of cash flow." I said, "Well, I still have 17 months of cash flow + a mattress now. When the time comes, I'll wander around with the mattress, hahaha..." The two of us laughed uncontrollably lying on the mattress in the furniture store.
Another thing that made it to the happy list is the progress in sketching. I've completed about 30 sessions and finally started drawing plaster figures. The first plaster figure I drew at the Nabi Studio was Agricola. I asked who he was, and the teacher said he was a general from ancient Rome. He had a furrowed brow, pursed lips, and a forward gaze. But my copy of Agricola looks happier. I kept changing the corners of the mouth, but it still doesn't look as serious and melancholic as the original. Maybe I'm not melancholic in my heart. The satisfaction I get from drawing is longer-lasting than food or new clothes. I often gaze at a painting without realizing the passage of time. (The result is that I'm in an excited state of drawing after work every day, and my mind goes blank the next day at work.) A friend who loves running sent me a video of an old man in his 70s still running a full marathon. I think I should keep drawing until I can't hold a pen anymore, starting with the end in mind. Assuming that's at 60 years old, I still have 30 years left.