Re: no money for a week...voluntarily???
Day 8: Boogying into week two of my Challenge I find I'm developing a sort of rhythm that allows me to relax into this new pattern of behavior.
- I've run out of things to run out of, so I'm no longer concerned with what I'll do when . . .
- I have my meal plans organized for the duration using only available ingredients. I have enough and variety.
- The shopping prompter in my head has finally switched off. No more "I need to buy" messages.
So I spent the day working at home, delving into my obscenely large music collection and reading from my latest library haul. Anything to stay out of the heat..
Oh, I had company last weekend, a female friend whom I warned about the Challenge when she called. ("Sounds like something you'd do," she remarked?
) Anyway, she brought a couple of containers of yoghurt (to avert starvation in the hardship zone) and left one behind. Today I ate it.
"So what?" I hear you say. Ah, but you don't understand. An early childhood trauma left me utterly convinced the yoghurt was yucky, and I should never touch it again. Today was the first time in half a century that I've tested that certitude. A challenge from the Challenge. Not bad actually.
And in the spirit of full disclosure, I should admit that tomorrow I'm compelled to declare a time-out. I have a breakfast meeting at the university, and I intend to take the car. Breakfast is a freebie, however.
Day 8: Boogying into week two of my Challenge I find I'm developing a sort of rhythm that allows me to relax into this new pattern of behavior.
- I've run out of things to run out of, so I'm no longer concerned with what I'll do when . . .
- I have my meal plans organized for the duration using only available ingredients. I have enough and variety.
- The shopping prompter in my head has finally switched off. No more "I need to buy" messages.
So I spent the day working at home, delving into my obscenely large music collection and reading from my latest library haul. Anything to stay out of the heat..
Oh, I had company last weekend, a female friend whom I warned about the Challenge when she called. ("Sounds like something you'd do," she remarked?

"So what?" I hear you say. Ah, but you don't understand. An early childhood trauma left me utterly convinced the yoghurt was yucky, and I should never touch it again. Today was the first time in half a century that I've tested that certitude. A challenge from the Challenge. Not bad actually.

And in the spirit of full disclosure, I should admit that tomorrow I'm compelled to declare a time-out. I have a breakfast meeting at the university, and I intend to take the car. Breakfast is a freebie, however.
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