|MY FANCY NEW DUSTPAN AND BROOM|
I don't know about you but I'll be going along, going along, working, doing errands, paying the bills, thinking my life is fairly manageable, and then every so often I'll come up for air and realize, one more time, that I've actually let huge parts of my life go!
Then I'll start "sorting" and next thing you know it's three weeks later and I've developed full-blown OCD. For example, recently it was borne in upon me that I stopped saving my posts as Word dox about two years ago. I'd just kept madly writing and posting, and writing and posting, and suddenly I realized, You should really be keeping track of this stuff.
So I spent hours and hours simply copying and pasting two years' worth of blog posts. During which I realized: You should really organize your photos in some way other than by date. And you should make sure all the favorite pix you've posted on your blog are saved in your Pictures library. So I spent hours and hours...
Then it was the journals, my personal journals, which date back to 1996. Years with up to 200 entries apiece. Which I suddenly realized no-one but no-one would need to see if I dropped dead tomorrow, not so much because they're private but because they were so unbelievably boring, whiny, juvenile, petty, and vindictive. I mean have a blog for that now.
So I spent hours and hours culling through the journals and the upshot was every year since 1996 now has about three entries of two to four lines apiece.
Then there were the Word files which likewise benefited from a good pruning.
Simultaneously exhausted and energized, a new notion came to me: I will get my stuff from Brad's!
Brad is my friend with a house in Lincoln Heights in whose basement any of my worldly belongings that aren't in my room have been stored since I moved from Koreatown to Silver Lake in January, 2010. Four years ago! I don't think of myself as a procrastinator, but there you go.
Turns out that seemingly tiny little Fiat of mine holds quite a bit of chattel. I hossed and wrestled massive amounts of boxes and baskets. I made two trips, hauled in, unpacked, sorted, dusted, and culled
Boy, did that all feel good. .
My next project, in the works, is for a bigger desk.
|MY FILING SYSTEM|
|TCHOTCHKE LAND, EVERY CORNER|
|THE PRAYER CORNER|
|THE INCENSE CORNER|
Let's hope I'm not in for Luke 11: 24-26:
"When an unclean spirit goes out of someone, it roams through arid regions searching for rest but, finding none, it says, 'I shall return to my home from which I came.'
But upon returning, it finds it swept clean and put in order.
Then it goes and brings back seven other spirits more wicked than itself who move in and dwell there, and the last condition of that person is worse than the first."