You may have noticed I haven’t been around the deli much for the last few days. I wish I could say I’ve been taking it easy and working on my Wii golf game or going to the gym or even that I’d escaped for a few days of r&r.
The truth is far less glam: I’ve got a cold. On top of that I’m moving on Tuesday so I’m taking this time to sort through all of my collected junk and purging all the crap I haven’t used or worn since I don’t remember when. I’m also getting rid of stuff that triggers bad memories.
Can you believe I still have my wedding tuxedo from 9 years ago? Gone. I put my golf clubs on craigslist because I haven’t used them in almost that long and can’t stand the game for more than 9 holes. Broken Ikea lamp that I always figured I’d fix? Gone. Cookbooks I never read, computer cords and disks for machines I no longer own? Out you get. This is really cathartic in a dusty, guilt-ridden kind of way.
A special friend called me a “hoarder” and it never occurred to me until she said so that she’s right. I’ve shifted all this crap from one place to another and even put it into storage when I lived in Florida a few years back. I paid to keep this shit?!? I even told her a story of putting feather cushions into storage. The look of shock on her face was enough to help me see that I have a problem: I hang onto stuff for way too long.
It feels good to let go. Achoooo!
