Here's a story I might have told you before.
A short text messaging conversation between me and Bobby, who is coming over to edit some film with me:
What have you been putting off doing?
Submitted by BeautifullyBroken.
I love it when the QotD is perfectly aligned with the reason I wanted to make a post.
It's time for unthinking, immediate action people. It's time to make a mess of things and then destroy it. It's time to bring dejunkification to a close.
While my dejunkification project may have started only a year or so ago, in spirit it's been a battle nearing a decade. It all started on the last day of my freshman year of high school. I got tired of having to take care of my dusty, gross carpet so I tore it out. That started a "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" chain of events that ends NOW. Well not "now" now. I'm at work.
Why the sudden desire to deviate from my carefully paced plan? My sister and I moved out of our parent's storage (that sounds so pathetic when you look at it in context) and got our own much smaller storage room. We barely, baaaarreely managed to fit everything it. The pool table didn't help and I apologize for that. It's amazing how compact you can make a pool table...
Anyhoo, seeing a good bulk of my possessions, after already being whittled down greatly, jammed into a tiny space makes me want to whittle it down even more. Like a semi-obsessive session of grating cheese. Sure I have enough grated cheese on the plate, but it's just so facinating to see the block of chedder slowly shrink and transform into a stringy pile. Equal parts destructiveness and creation.
It just seems to me that the farther I go the easier it is.
ALSO my mom and sister threw away my favorite Christmas decoration ever. It was a little wooden featurless reindeer that went together in parts and I loved it. Sure it was kind of broken, but I still loved it. Seeing that tossed aside so carelessly has thrown me into a severe depression DEPRESSION I SAY and I no longer care for anything I own.
sniff. poor reindeer.
