Cleaning Out the Warehouse
Anyone who knows me also knows that I define myself as "organized chaos". I am right brained, it is a virtue and a fault to be certain. I have a flair for the artistic and also a need for order. It is a strange existence and I take full responsibility for the confusion that it creates.
Now, each year around this time I like to reorganize my life. I call it "cleaning the warehouse". You see, in 2003 Stephen King's Dreamcatcher came out. And while the movie was, at best, horribly confusing I walked away with a concept that I have cultivated. In the movie, Jonesy's mind is a warehouse in which is stores all of his memories in boxes with labels on long shelves and in cabinets. Then there is an entirely separate room which is used later on in the movie.
Let me quickly add here that I absolutely hated this movie. And I'm a huge cheesy movie fan. This movie was terrible. But it left me with the warehouse concept, and for that at least I am grateful.
Now, my warehouse differs slightly from what I have described here. My warehouse is the epitome of organized chaos. There are boxes upon boxes of files and memories lining the shelves, but those boxes are not always correctly and clearly labeled. On the walls of the warehouse are the scribbled beginnings of stories long forgotten and the ideas for a million more. Some boxes overflow with papers and scraps of memories while others hold nothing more than a blurry image of what once was.
But in a separate room altogether there is the one thing that I hold most dear. Now bear with me for this seems a bit fantastic. Keep in mind that this is merely a visual aid to help to clarify the concept that I am about to introduce.
In a separate room altogether there are two wallsof chalkboards with names written above each one. (The names are very clearly written and in alphabetical order... In case you were wondering.) On these chalkboards there are tally marks. One side of the room is "The Good" and one side is "The Bad". At this time of year I count up the tally marks. If the bad outweighs the good come New Years Eve, at midnight, your slate is thrown away and you no longer exist in my life.
Fortunately, last year I didn't have to remove anyone. I am hoping that this year it will be the same.
Rambling done. See you all in the New Year.
Now, each year around this time I like to reorganize my life. I call it "cleaning the warehouse". You see, in 2003 Stephen King's Dreamcatcher came out. And while the movie was, at best, horribly confusing I walked away with a concept that I have cultivated. In the movie, Jonesy's mind is a warehouse in which is stores all of his memories in boxes with labels on long shelves and in cabinets. Then there is an entirely separate room which is used later on in the movie.
Let me quickly add here that I absolutely hated this movie. And I'm a huge cheesy movie fan. This movie was terrible. But it left me with the warehouse concept, and for that at least I am grateful.
Now, my warehouse differs slightly from what I have described here. My warehouse is the epitome of organized chaos. There are boxes upon boxes of files and memories lining the shelves, but those boxes are not always correctly and clearly labeled. On the walls of the warehouse are the scribbled beginnings of stories long forgotten and the ideas for a million more. Some boxes overflow with papers and scraps of memories while others hold nothing more than a blurry image of what once was.
But in a separate room altogether there is the one thing that I hold most dear. Now bear with me for this seems a bit fantastic. Keep in mind that this is merely a visual aid to help to clarify the concept that I am about to introduce.
In a separate room altogether there are two wallsof chalkboards with names written above each one. (The names are very clearly written and in alphabetical order... In case you were wondering.) On these chalkboards there are tally marks. One side of the room is "The Good" and one side is "The Bad". At this time of year I count up the tally marks. If the bad outweighs the good come New Years Eve, at midnight, your slate is thrown away and you no longer exist in my life.
Fortunately, last year I didn't have to remove anyone. I am hoping that this year it will be the same.
Rambling done. See you all in the New Year.