Shredding.
Note: Let's leave the year on an up note, shall we?
I find shredding rather cathartic.
Resolutions? Not so much.
Shredding? I am all about the shredding.
The physical act of destroying the past.
Yearly cleaning in anticipation of what tomorrow could leave us if we make room in the filing cabinet, or on the shelves.
A bad decision in the form of a loan? Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
Past mistakes detailed in a 2000 tax return? Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
Old relationships still showing on old credit card statements? Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
Of course we should have destroyed it long ago, but the paper trail? The government says we have to hold onto it for 7 years.
A 2000 tax return. Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
Maybe that’s just as well. I look back on these memories and their last stand in reality and realize the further back things are in the rear view mirror, the more I realize they were never as colossal as I thought they were when they were happening.
1999’s bank statements. Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
There are probably about 50 million things I wished I hadn’t done, as if wishing made it so. A poorly thought out remark, a bad decision, and opportunities squandered, I think the list could be endless, if we chose to make it so.
2001, the closing statement of selling the apartment building. Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
I think the only things I was required to keep were the things the government said I had to, and the things I chose to. I have found that in life I can tell a lot about a person by the things they choose to hang onto.
2002 Pre-work paper for buying the business. Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
I choose to carry forward the love I have received and given. Love from my family, from my partner, from my friends. The rest demands shredding, since the past no longer exists, why choose to clutter up what little space we have?
We only exist in the day we are currently in. The rest is what we choose.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow a mystery and today is a gift; that’s why they call it the present.
2009? Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
Be well, and nothing but the best for all of you in 2010.
I find shredding rather cathartic.
Resolutions? Not so much.
Shredding? I am all about the shredding.
The physical act of destroying the past.
Yearly cleaning in anticipation of what tomorrow could leave us if we make room in the filing cabinet, or on the shelves.
A bad decision in the form of a loan? Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
Past mistakes detailed in a 2000 tax return? Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
Old relationships still showing on old credit card statements? Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
Of course we should have destroyed it long ago, but the paper trail? The government says we have to hold onto it for 7 years.
A 2000 tax return. Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
Maybe that’s just as well. I look back on these memories and their last stand in reality and realize the further back things are in the rear view mirror, the more I realize they were never as colossal as I thought they were when they were happening.
1999’s bank statements. Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
There are probably about 50 million things I wished I hadn’t done, as if wishing made it so. A poorly thought out remark, a bad decision, and opportunities squandered, I think the list could be endless, if we chose to make it so.
2001, the closing statement of selling the apartment building. Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
I think the only things I was required to keep were the things the government said I had to, and the things I chose to. I have found that in life I can tell a lot about a person by the things they choose to hang onto.
2002 Pre-work paper for buying the business. Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
I choose to carry forward the love I have received and given. Love from my family, from my partner, from my friends. The rest demands shredding, since the past no longer exists, why choose to clutter up what little space we have?
We only exist in the day we are currently in. The rest is what we choose.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow a mystery and today is a gift; that’s why they call it the present.
2009? Grr-rr-rr-rr-rr-rr.
Be well, and nothing but the best for all of you in 2010.