Tuesday, August 12, 2014
I come from a long, long line of packrats. We cling to bits of wire mesh, scrape fabric, broken lamps, dried out pens, empty spaghetti jars, piles of paper. We horde everything, because we have grand notions of, ďone day, Iíll find a use for this.Ē or ďIím going to fix this.Ē
Itís amazing how often someone will say, ďI need (insert some unusual item no one else would keep)Ē and I will respond, ďI have one of those!Ē
But here lately my horde has been getting on my nerves. Iíve spent the last few years changing myself, and now thatís starting to spread out into my physical world.
So I have been purging, heartlessly. Iíve spent the last 3 weekends doing nothing but tossing junk.
To let you know how bad it is, I live in a small, 2 bed room apartment, with a roommate. I have stuff crammed into every nook and cranny of my room. Even if I could remember where something is, getting to it is a challenge.
During this purge I have pulled out old tubes of paint I used in college but havenít touched since. I tossed, a ton of paperwork that should have been shredded 10 years ago. Anything that doesn't serve an immediate, obvious, and realistic purpose goes.
The best part is saying, ďWho do I want to be and does this (book, painting, bit, tool, etc) fit that life?Ē
A lot of things have gone to the Goodwill, Used bookstores, or ďTo the worldĒ (meaning the curb by the dumpster).
It is great, taking something thatís gathering dust in a dark corner and giving it to someone who will actually use it!
The whole process is like shedding an old skin and preparing for a new beginning.