Do you ever wonder, where the hell you got half the crap you have laying around your house? I do. In fact, that’s all I’ve been doing for the last couple of days and most intensively the last few hours. Everywhere I looked there was crap, junk, dust collectors, cluge. Drives me crazy.
Well, maybe it doesn’t drive me that crazy since I seem to let it pile up, until I’m about ready to have a serious head implosion – then I get a big trash bag and get to work. The fun thing about doing this is in trying to remember what inspired you to buy some of crap you end up pitching. “Why did I buy that book? How many vases do I actually need? When did I become enamored with Goth lipstick?”
Although, that’s the least of it. For me, it’s the paper. The notes. The scribbles. The mystery phone numbers and 8,000 receipts for God knows what because I can’t even read them, let alone figure out what they are for. Then there are the drawers – same – old gum wrappers, miscellaneous hardware for curtain rods that no longer exist. Empty check boxes, old batteries – and really who needs 7 glue sticks? Oh, and when did I begin collecting the business cards of strangers? Who are these people? I have absolutely no memory of them. Guiltily I begin thinking about all the sacrificed trees for those little rectangles of mystery people’s identities.
Though all of this is just a microcosm of what is to come. Time to assess once again where things are with me. Where the crap is and to divest myself of it. I like to call this getting organized, maybe preparing to deliver? I don’t know, call it what you like – but it’s time to get rid of the mental and spiritual cluge too. That stuff in my head and my life that collects dust and dirt and obscures my thinking and actions. Actually figure out where I’ve submitted things and where I need to, who I’ve queried and who I should, where I’ll find work – taking stock, getting busy, blah, blah.
I love to moan and groan about all this stuff, and my back is none too pleased either but the truth is, I actually find throwing stuff away quite exhilerating and freeing. I guess I’ve always liked traveling light and when I start feeling bogged down, I get grumpy.
So anyway, for the next little while I’m going to be de-crapifying things. What about you? Packrat or de-crapifyer?