Relative Something

Noticing what comes to mind this morning, but not really putting any effort toward structuring the thoughts with reason or rhyme.

I seem to be tolerating well enough living in our house alone, while my wife works in a city 1500 miles away.

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Living in a house under repair/redecoration is a great motivator for recognition of the value of feng shui.

If I don’t see crap that is broadcast on television, I free my mind from unwanted influence.

I am sentimental, yet I feel prepared to jettison much of the miscellany that I have collected over my lifetime.

It is way too easy to lose connection with people who were part of my life, but simple to keep trinkets.

When I lose motivation to prepare my own food, the quality of my meals plummets.

Allowing myself to be isolated inside the disrupted living quarters on a gray, rainy day, drains motivation.

Trying to catch up with sleep deprivation can make a Saturday disappear uneventfully.

Watching spectator sports is greatly enhanced when shared with like-minded fans.

It takes motivation to become energized to attend a social event.

When a Saturday has dwindled away, it makes Sunday feel way to close to Monday, and the work-week.

Music of favored artists is a wonderful motivator.

Sunshine is also a good motivator and a balm that soothes.

I am resonating with the idea that less is more.

Wondering if I could generate a more meaningful post by writing less.