What do these have in common?
A pear, 18th Century Wigmaking, and a map of the Civil War
All 3 are school projects I did in Jr High and which I just now put in the trash.
A stack of wedding invitations, poems I memorized in Spanish, and 100+ pictures of Kirk Cameron
Things I still haven't had the heart to get rid of.
posted by Mellifluous @ 10/24/2006 01:39:00 PM
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About five years ago, I realized that for me, it's a trade-off.
Before that realization, I loathed cleaning closets or basements because that activity always led to throwing things away which meant I was "losing their value" and so it was all a downer for me. Every single bit of it. I hated it, just hated it.
And then, I hit a point where I realized that for me, living in clutter and with too much stuff was a big downer. And although I might "lose the value" of the things I choose throw away, in return I get this HUGE value of being able to enjoy living in my home!
Once I figured out that I had a choice and weighed which had more value to me, I've become rather nonchalant about throwing stuff out. If I can't think immediately of a value, then it's out-a-here.
Although very ocassionally I regret something I've tossed, every day I appreciate the clutter free, easy to keep clean house. And that makes me much more happy. Hurrah!!
You go girl :~)
I like this post. I seem to have the opposite problem for the most part. My parents both are such "collectors" that I seem to REALLY not want to collect anything. That's not to say I don't find sentimental value in some things. I refuse to get rid of a tote of letters to a boy I liked in college, or notes from girlfriends in Jr. High and High School. I won't get rid of my wedding dress, a few key stuffed animals from when I was a baby, or Nathan's stuffed frog, Hoppy. I have a cedar chest full of other things I refuse to get rid of. I go through it every once in a while and find stuff that I'm ready to let go of, but letting go of memories is hard. However, I have many memories of staying up all night long with my mom trying to organize, hide, and purge all of the treasures we owned. It's such a WONDERFUL feeling to know that if company calls me with a half hours notice, I have a place for them to sleep, and I can have the house mostly presentable. The house may not be completely dust free, and all the dishes might not be done, but I don't have to be too embarassed to have people come over.
I just have to point out:
1) In case somebody invents time travel, you can all get an invitation to our wedding. However, since I don't remember any of you being there - I guessing nobody will.
2) If she truly had them memorized, she wouldn't need to keep them, now would she?
3) She does not yet have 100+ pictures of me. (Nor has she set up a "shrine" of more than 3 pictures of me at one time....)
On a serious note, I know that it has been a rough 2 days... I hope those boxes in the back are mine... You've done a lot already.
Oh, and we have maternity clothes if anybody needs them. :)
Next time anyone reads and article or sees a poster of Rog, please cut it out and send it to me for my collection.
But seriously, if I had known that he really wanted that, I would have started my Wall of Rog much earlier.
I feel your pain. : ) Kurt & I just had the 'what is important to save' discussion about Shaelyn's tooth...as a kid, he put his tooth under his pillow & the tooth fairy took it (never to be seen again) & left money. We, on the other hand, had our special 'pillow' to hold our teeth which I still have in a box (somewhere). Kurt just couldn't get why we'd need to keep the tooth. He said he'd never seen my old teeth & really didn't care to. haha.
I still have your wedding invitation. :)It's with my box of college letters (which is more of a journal from that time, not that I still have feelings for the guy.) ;)
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