I've just finished the Stuffocation book that I bought the other day. It'll be passed on soon so it doesn't clutter up my home and become part of the problem that it tackles. It was an interesting read and surprisingly didn't take an ultra-minimalist stance. There's talk about how some of our possessions have intrinsic value because of the positive experiences that they give us. That can be because of what they're used for, such as our hobbies, or it may be just that their presence in our lives lifts our spirits. Like some of the arty stuff I've got around the house. I like that idea. It's so William Morris.
Salty Dog and I came across this quote the other day which spoke to us loudly and clearly. It feels particularly pertinent to me. Last week I decided to honour a commitment rather than act in my own best interest in a situation where materially the stakes were high. I'm feeling some disappointment but this is countered by the knowledge that I've done the right thing. Even so, I'm truly surprised by how many people think I should have looked after number one. It's made me wonder about just how pervasive the practice of putting one's own self-interest first and foremost has become.