Defragging

At the risk of feeling like I am backtracking, I spent the money that one month’s of storage would have cost and rented a U-Haul to empty the unit.

I did two trips. One took the stored furniture leftovers to a thrift store that donates to an animal shelter, and the the other transported remaining boxes of miscellaneous acccrued back to our apartment to be stacked tight in the front room.

Contained within these boxes are papers and fragments of the past where I had been married and raising young children: their and my school papers; various legal, bill, bank, and school documents; swaths of fabric for costumes and luxurious sheer elvin-type curtains; cd’s, books, technology/tool bits – and more.

These things were kept for rainy days or when we might return to old or begin new projects. Each item has its own value – the kind that once you get rid of it, one day you might need it again.

But, youngling and I have agreed that if we are not using something currently or foresee a soon upcoming need, then we need to get rid of it because each item carries a type of energetic burden just by its inhabiting our space as clutter.

As it is, we will still have the boxes full of photos and creative momentos, but these matter more to our psychology than remnants of past functionality that no longer apply.