Cleaning it out
I'm throwing out stuff all over the house. It's like Spring cleaning, only it's in Autumn. If I'm not really going to use it again and if it has no real value to me as a sentimental item, then it goes into the boxes. I'm building up boxes of stuff to take away. It's cathartic and I'm in the mood to downsize.
I'm throwing out lots of stuff as I cull my belongings. I've been going through my book collection and pulling out all the books that I no longer want - anything about gardening, construction, and so on. My days as a do-it-yourselfer are over. I love the feeling of tossing those books aside. Goodbye mental weight. Fuck you plumbing and electrical. Ha ha ha landscaping books. Never never never. I will never give a fucking shit about the plants in my yard. I am not going to do it myself. I am not going to do it at all.
It feels good, it feels sad, it's healing.... Sometimes I feel the emotions that I had put away with some thing or other. Books? Sorry Neal Stephenson. I gave it a good college try, but I'm just never going to be into science fiction. Old computer books go in the trash or in the recycling bin or in the box that will go to Goodwill. No one wants a C++ book from 1998.
I need more boxes before I move into my clothes closet. Anything that doesn't fit or isn't something I'd wear today is going out. Clean out some Space. Less. Is. More. Make room for the future.
Sometimes I run across something that sparks a reaction in me.
The goddamn cat shampoo from the goddamn animal dermatologist. Oh Charlie, I am so sorry I tortured you with that shit. It was all for nothing. You were rubbing your belly bald because it felt funny because you had cancer. I know it now, but I couldn't have known that then. I kept thinking it was a skin condition. All the shit I put you through -- and it wasn't cheap for me -- all of it for nothing. I lost you. I didn't even know that was going to happen. I'm happy to throw the shampoo out, but I pause just briefly before letting go and I wish for a second that I could go back and fix it. I wish I could see you one more time, purring while I rub your fur.
I'll be happy to see this year behind me. It's time to let go. I hate 2008. I've hated it for months. It's a shitty year and it's time to let the past go. Let the present roll right off into the past. Clear out the stuff. Clear out the address book. Let go let go let go. Let it go. Make room for the New.
I am not nostalgic and I am not sentimental. Fuck the past. Fuck it. Fuck you 2008. I don't care and I won't bother to remember you.
I'm throwing out lots of stuff as I cull my belongings. I've been going through my book collection and pulling out all the books that I no longer want - anything about gardening, construction, and so on. My days as a do-it-yourselfer are over. I love the feeling of tossing those books aside. Goodbye mental weight. Fuck you plumbing and electrical. Ha ha ha landscaping books. Never never never. I will never give a fucking shit about the plants in my yard. I am not going to do it myself. I am not going to do it at all.
It feels good, it feels sad, it's healing.... Sometimes I feel the emotions that I had put away with some thing or other. Books? Sorry Neal Stephenson. I gave it a good college try, but I'm just never going to be into science fiction. Old computer books go in the trash or in the recycling bin or in the box that will go to Goodwill. No one wants a C++ book from 1998.
I need more boxes before I move into my clothes closet. Anything that doesn't fit or isn't something I'd wear today is going out. Clean out some Space. Less. Is. More. Make room for the future.
Sometimes I run across something that sparks a reaction in me.
The goddamn cat shampoo from the goddamn animal dermatologist. Oh Charlie, I am so sorry I tortured you with that shit. It was all for nothing. You were rubbing your belly bald because it felt funny because you had cancer. I know it now, but I couldn't have known that then. I kept thinking it was a skin condition. All the shit I put you through -- and it wasn't cheap for me -- all of it for nothing. I lost you. I didn't even know that was going to happen. I'm happy to throw the shampoo out, but I pause just briefly before letting go and I wish for a second that I could go back and fix it. I wish I could see you one more time, purring while I rub your fur.
I'll be happy to see this year behind me. It's time to let go. I hate 2008. I've hated it for months. It's a shitty year and it's time to let the past go. Let the present roll right off into the past. Clear out the stuff. Clear out the address book. Let go let go let go. Let it go. Make room for the New.
I am not nostalgic and I am not sentimental. Fuck the past. Fuck it. Fuck you 2008. I don't care and I won't bother to remember you.