Journalled on Monday, 13th of March 2023 | Copacabana, Rio de Janeiro: 29 degrees, hot, sunny and slightly overcast.
It is Monday and the start of the workweek. I was able to do an exercise session because my first class was at 7:00 a.m.
I am concerned that I will have to give up my freedom and live with my ex-wife for the next couple of months. I don’t know. I am not rich, and I do not have financial stability.
I am working for it, but I want both my ex-wife and especially my beautiful daughter to be OK while I am in England. This is a tricky situation for me as I get older. I have my ways, and I like my solitude. I know that life is throwing me a curveball, and I have no choice but to face it.
As a Taurus, I struggle with change, but I understand that it’s inevitable and necessary. Difficult experiences can help us grow and become better people. Unfortunately, my ex-wife is a hoarder, and her flat is cluttered in every room.
I know that if we don’t learn to organise our daily lives and home, our future won’t be prosperous. I have tried to talk to her about this issue, but she always finds an excuse to keep things, even when she doesn’t need them.
When we look at the world’s bustling cities, we often see homeless people carrying large plastic bags filled with their belongings. These items are a collection of things they have gathered throughout their life’s journey. Humans have an innate tendency to collect things, and breaking this habit takes work.
In today’s materialistic society, we tend to believe that the more things we possess, the better people we are.
We surround ourselves with gadgets, devices, and other possessions to feel more secure or satisfy our desire for material possessions.
Before I leave for England, it is my responsibility to help my ex-wife create a comfortable, well-organised living environment for her and our daughter, Yasmin. I don’t consider myself an exceptionally good person, but rather a facilitator in helping them build a better life.
I remember living in Rocha, a horrible little neighbourhood in Rio’s north zone. The contract to live in Copacabana was signed and sealed, and it was just a matter of moving there at the end of the month.
During this time, I came down with acute appendicitis and almost died; luckily, I was operated on in time before it was too late, from one day to the next. This was in a Brazilian public hospital where I stayed for one week. When I left the hospital, I went immediately to Copacabana; I stayed quiet for two days, trying to recover from the surgery slowly.
On my third day in Copacabana, I went to Rocha to clear out my old bedsit. I paid a friend with a small kombi van to take the minimum of what I wanted to keep to Copacabana. The rest, and a large part of my things, were thrown out into the street for passers-by or the rubbish men to take away.
Clothes, kitchen utensils, electric appliances, personal items, shoes, etc., were left in the street for anyone to take. I was a little apprehensive when I did it, but I knew I had to.
I wanted to go to Copacabana with the minimum to begin a new, fresh life. Nothing weighs me down but being light and having speed and agility. Cleaning and clearing out unnecessary clutter and belongings was one of the best decisions I have ever made. I have never regretted it, and I am grateful to fate for the opportunity to do so.
I will try to do this with Nalva so that my daughter can have a better quality of life. I am making some small sacrifices; however, I’m also trying to do the right thing while staying close to my daughter 24/7 for a while, which is a bonus.
I worked the rest of Monday. I checked the flats in the same building as mine to see if Nalva had any rental options. Let’s see.
In bed by 11 p.m.
Thank you.
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Richard
