To that end, I began to catalog the books snuggled (tightly) across my five bookshelves. As it turns out, and I write this with some shame, a lot have been either sitting dormant for years or never read. Some books were even a surprise to me.
I am a saver though. Last night I went through a box with hundreds of receipts and pulled out perhaps half. I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away…without documenting them. They are like this tiny window into my life of years past and for some reason that matters to me.
I wouldn’t qualify for the Hoarder’s show, nor identify with articles entitled ‘obsession with the past’ but I am curious who else saves little mementos of time and what motivates them. This need to document is a bit problematic as I seek to minimize and move on. Abstractly, I know these things may not be that significant but faced with the actual object, the importance grows, as if I can’t bare to lose that shred of evidence, that link to a past me. Perhaps I do have a Hoarder’s brain – http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2012/08/120809190754.htm
Big lifting ahead to release all this stuff!
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My voice is in progress but I’ll stick with it and see where it leads, join me if you like!
And now – with all first blogs: Hello World!