Trying to grow up...
I am, right now, trying to do one of the hardest things a person like me can do...get rid of things.
I am a terrible pack rat, as any of you who know me knows, and I'm attempting to drastically downsize the amount of stuff I own in order to both make my next impending move less cumbersome and also to save Justin's sanity, since I'm pretty sure he would think I was insane for holding onto many, many shoeboxes filled with random past crap as well as things like Jabba the Hutt figures and hundreds upon hundreds of stuffed sheep.
I've pretty much gone through all of the sheep I own and have gotten rid of most of them. One of the things that helps the most is the mantra my mom and I have picked up from the shows on TLC and BBC America about clutter, which goes something like "you have the memory itself, you don't need the object". That covers half of the battle, but the other half is the fact that I actually like a lot of the stuff I have and think it's cool, but just don't really know what I would ever do with it.
I think I have to keep reminding myself of my future, and the fact that I'll be happier with as little stuff as possible. I also have gone through a lot of my clothes, since there's a clothes pick-up on Wednesday. I'm really sorry that I didn't do that part while a lot of you were still around, seeing as I'm getting rid of a bunch of stuff that's definately still good.
I'm also, believe it or not, getting rid of shoes for once. This is just crazy.
I till have to go through all of the boxes of stuff I have in the basement that never quite made it upstairs from the move from Pittsburgh, as well as all of my books to root out the ones I'll probably never even read, and the random knicknacks I still have sitting around.
I like so much of my stuff, this is very difficult. Sigh.
I am a terrible pack rat, as any of you who know me knows, and I'm attempting to drastically downsize the amount of stuff I own in order to both make my next impending move less cumbersome and also to save Justin's sanity, since I'm pretty sure he would think I was insane for holding onto many, many shoeboxes filled with random past crap as well as things like Jabba the Hutt figures and hundreds upon hundreds of stuffed sheep.
I've pretty much gone through all of the sheep I own and have gotten rid of most of them. One of the things that helps the most is the mantra my mom and I have picked up from the shows on TLC and BBC America about clutter, which goes something like "you have the memory itself, you don't need the object". That covers half of the battle, but the other half is the fact that I actually like a lot of the stuff I have and think it's cool, but just don't really know what I would ever do with it.
I think I have to keep reminding myself of my future, and the fact that I'll be happier with as little stuff as possible. I also have gone through a lot of my clothes, since there's a clothes pick-up on Wednesday. I'm really sorry that I didn't do that part while a lot of you were still around, seeing as I'm getting rid of a bunch of stuff that's definately still good.
I'm also, believe it or not, getting rid of shoes for once. This is just crazy.
I till have to go through all of the boxes of stuff I have in the basement that never quite made it upstairs from the move from Pittsburgh, as well as all of my books to root out the ones I'll probably never even read, and the random knicknacks I still have sitting around.
I like so much of my stuff, this is very difficult. Sigh.