just like a woman
I feel vaguely proud of myself. The neverending project of cleaning and organizing is one that really agonizes me. Somewhere along the line I really changed as a person. I was always a ridiculous packrat, with no consideration for important or worth. This goes back to childhood, and so I still have random papers, toys, and souvenirs from elementary school lurking in boxes, corners, and drawers strewn about my house and car. At one point all of these things meant a great deal to me. Somehow, I'm just not that person any longer. There's just too much in my life to be distracted by piles of things. Still, the sheer volume of material goods (and not goods) is fucking overwhelming - to put it lightly. My most recent goal has just been to work at these piles a bit at a time. Tonight is both trash and recycling night, a double whammy. I managed to sift through an entire box of crap that has been sitting in my bedroom since I moved in, in May. Some of those things are still strewn about my desk, and a good portion of the papers have been stuffed into a wire crate that I bought to fit under my desk. That's for sorting out later, because I know that some of the papers are actually worth keeping. But I threw out a bag full of receipts, shopping lists, bills that had been paid years ago, business cards of people I will never need to contact... you get the point. I did the same with the floor of my car, which means the pile now mostly consists of shoes, jackets, cds, and random things that people lent me and which I really do plan on one day returning. Progress!
I found some fairy figurines in the box too, which I actually tied string to and hung up on my ceiling. One of those small steps that will mean nothing to friends who enter my room (except for those who hit their head on them, because surely I underestimated the height of my guests), but means I'm just that much closer to living in a home and not a warehouse of lazy memories.
On my list of next to-do: list random items for freecycle that I don't want but which are actually interesting and/or useful; put up some pictures on my wall (would like to frame them first); maybe put up some fabric on my walls in lieu of painting (anjel's idea - saves on the money/time spent painting, easier to remove when I get bored or move, and is generally awesome). I'm so boring, yay!
Really, there's more interesting shit going on in my life than this. But what the hell, I'm tired and going to bed.
I found some fairy figurines in the box too, which I actually tied string to and hung up on my ceiling. One of those small steps that will mean nothing to friends who enter my room (except for those who hit their head on them, because surely I underestimated the height of my guests), but means I'm just that much closer to living in a home and not a warehouse of lazy memories.
On my list of next to-do: list random items for freecycle that I don't want but which are actually interesting and/or useful; put up some pictures on my wall (would like to frame them first); maybe put up some fabric on my walls in lieu of painting (anjel's idea - saves on the money/time spent painting, easier to remove when I get bored or move, and is generally awesome). I'm so boring, yay!
Really, there's more interesting shit going on in my life than this. But what the hell, I'm tired and going to bed.