You can't get writing if you're wasting your time on social media, although you might find a lot of prompts if you look for them. My son seems to be good at coming up with them. You should check out his blog.

I come out of this week a bit more peaceful than I have many others, I've no good reason why. We had kiddush today; so things got cleaned out and thrown out and organized that had been needing it.

I finished a book, which I do with far less frequency than I start them. I know a bit got done: I made progress on the yard, moved some money, replaced a tire, wrote every day this week, rowed, finished the Concept II, holiday challenge and then took a break for a few days; we attending a Bat Mitzvah, got the flower thingies to drain, and did some goals and new years work.

Going forward, I'm making my goal sheet into my magical minute, I'll get back to my simpleology, and I'm looking forward to seeing my calendar.

I didn't buy anything though there were quite a few end of year sales.

I noticed something today. I saw some of my old Cornell books. I don't know why people hang on to their college books. I guess once upon a time, most good information was in books, now you can find the most up to date stuff anywhere. So, I remembered the definition of a weed: any plant growing where you don't want it. And I started to look at the clutter as weeds. If my house burned down (fat chance; there's not a heck of a lot flammable in the construction here), I wouldn't replace probably 90% of what I have. I don't know I'd miss other than access to some of my older pictures and a few pieces of jewelry.

The clutter is just weeds, stuff to trip over, stuff that takes your time, stuff that if you don't root it out will take over.

One of the last items I saw on my feed before I started this thought, shared by Ben Adkins, was:

What you allow…is what you deserve.
You deserve to be exactly where you are right now. Don't like where you are…do something about it.

It comes back to Jim's theme, you should become a millionaire (or whatever your thing is), not for the money, but for who you would have to become to be that.

And I sit here concerned that I will end 2020 much as I have started it, and the last few years, apparently unwilling to be something different; so I'll but it up there again, and this time it will stick.

Or it won't, but at least it's a game worth playing. They say life changes in a moment: it's often that moment when you become so disgusted with something in your life that you determine it will no longer be so. I might as well let this be that moment.

Happy Channukah. Happy New Year.