Copacabana, Rio de Janeiro: 29oC, hot, sunny and slightly overcast.
It is Monday and the beginning of the working week. I was able to do an exercise session as my first class was at 7:00 a.m. I am feeling concerned that I will have to give up my freedom and live with my ex-wife for the next couple of months. I do not love her, but I respect her, and it is best for all of us now. 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 am getting old. I have my ways, and I like my solitude. I know that life is throwing me a curve ball, 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. I believe that going through difficult experiences can help us grow and become better people. Unfortunately, my ex-wife is a hoarder, and her flat is filled with clutter in every room.
I know that if we don’t learn to organize our daily lives and home, our future won’t be successful. I have tried to talk to her about this issue, but she always finds an excuse to keep everything, even if she doesn’t need it.
When we observe the bustling cities of the world, we often come across 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 it takes work to break this habit.
In today’s materialistic society, we tend to believe that the more things we possess, the better person we are. We surround ourselves with gadgets, devices, and other possessions to feel more secure or satisfy our desire for materialistic possessions.
Before I leave for England, it is my responsibility and duty to help my ex-wife create a comfortable and well-organized living environment for both her and our daughter, Yasmin. I do not consider myself an exceptionally good person but rather a facilitator in helping them achieve a better life.
I remember when I was 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 question of moving to Copacabana at the end of the month.
During this time, I came down with acute appendicitis, almost dying; luckily, I was operated on in time before it was too late, from one day to another. 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 slowly recover from the surgery.
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 with them.
Clothes, kitchen utensils, electric appliances, personal items, shoes, etc and more were left in the street for anyone to take. I was a little apprehensive when I did it, but I knew it needed to be done.
I wanted to go to Copacabana with the minimum to begin a new, fresh life. Nothing weighing me down but to be light and to have 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, on the other hand, I’m trying to do the right thing while being close to my daughter 24/7 for some time, which is a bonus.
I worked the rest of Monday. I saw the flats in the same building as mine to see if there were any options for Nalva to rent. Let’s see.
In bed by 11:00 pm.
Thank you.
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Richard
