Tuesday, August 24, 2010
The hardest Job I'll never love.
Going on a trip is fun. Moving to a new environment is energizing. Packing to get there just isn't fun.
I have never liked packing things up and cannot figure out how as beings with a brain we get into these situations. How many times in the last couple of weeks have I exclaimed to self and the cat "I still have that?" or more accurately "Why do I still have that?"
I'm not a hoarder and would never qualify for a reality show on the subject. I have donated a lot of unused clothing to Big Brothers and household items to the local women's shelter. I thought I had things under control. But, like dust bunnies under the bed, I keep finding articles that make me question if I was really looking at 'cleaning out' correctly. My method was always to follow the HGTV advice that if you haven't used it in the past year, discard. Clearly that hasn't worked. Possibly because I lose track of the days in a year and I've also come to realize I only see the bigger items. Now I'm talking gadgets, candles, old anti-virus discs, printer cables that haven't seen 'in to printer' in years. You know what I'm saying? I did recycle old computer equipment a few weeks ago and now have to see if they'll take the myriad of cables and hook ups that have been uncovered. My methodology now is to ask "Do I want to see this same item in two years when I unpack everything?" It makes the process somewhat easier and keeps the recycling and garbage collector guys wondering what the heck is going on. It also has earned them some side money for some really significant trash.
I've been doing something every day, no matter how insignificant it seems and yes, I am making process. Slow and steady like a tortoise perhaps, but I'm a Capricorn. Not to be taken lightly - the old goat will get to the mountain top.
Yesterday was very productive so no time to stop...well, maybe just a brief interruption for a movie and pulled pork sandwich.