As I sorted through the items today, I wondered what causes me to still live like this.
It is startling to see how much trash accumulates from day-to-day functioning in transit.
I am usually going from one event to another in my car, drinking and eating along the way.
When I come home at night, I am too tired and it is too cold for me to want to sort anything.
So on trash day (if I did not miss it for the week, lol), I am out there digging through various bags to separate trash from recycling.
Do I need to judge against myself for this?
I sometimes feel as if I live like a gypsy.
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