I hate cleaning and tidying. When I *have to do it* I get very anxious and uncomfortable, and my mind serves dozens of better options.
Tonight I set the timer to one hour and waited for an impulse. I felt the need to tidy and simplify my stuff. Moved one of my two guitars to its case, with the intention to take it to the shop for nut replacement (buzzing issue) tomorrow, and then sell it. Posted a bunch of crap I never use on craigslist for free and already got one response.
I feel energized. Listening to Jarret's Koln concert.
The man walked in, sat at the grand piano and just played for a couple of hours, imagine that.
I feel I need space. Space as in less clutter, both object- and commitment-wise. Simplify, so I can hear what's next.
This was me doing my practice as intended.
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