self construct

Deconstructing my childhood. Deconstructing my religious background. Deconstructing my habits, defaults, and impulse behaviors. 

What about Construction? Who do I want to be, what life do I want to build, what are my next steps, where am I going?


underconsumption

I want to stop buying everything just because it catches my eye, just because someone on social media made it look cool, just because my friend says they like it. I want to thrift. I want to reduce, reuse, recycle. I want to utilize what I have. I want to stop buying things that I don't actually want. My house can be decorated with what I own - I don't actually want to buy more because decorating my house does not bring much joy and the storage of seasonal items definitely does not. 

minimalism

I want to look around and be glad for what I own, and to take care of those things happily, and not spend my free time cleaning things I don't want. I want space to breathe, think, and be creative, without the walls pushing in on me. 

organized

I want to be able to find what I own. I want to be able to store items in a way that they are still in good condition when I need them next. I want to open cabinets and closets, scan the space and know what to reach for. I want to reduce my mental load - I don't need to remember where one thousand random items are, because everything has a logical home. 

pretty

I like a touch of whimsy, deliberateness, of femininity. A touch of cohesiveness, delicateness, and of charm. I want to have a personal style. I want to decorate with my own interests in mind. 


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