Definition: waste or debris of any kind.
It’s a fact that our individual personas embody a plethora of idiosyncrasies, quirks.
Anima is the source of the female part of personality and animus is the source of the male part.
Yin and yang.
And then there’s me…
I don’t know if it’s a male/female thing, but I’ve got two powerful forces inside me that fight it out on a regular basis.
Side One: Clean freak. A coaster under every cup. Sparkling windows. Pristine bleached tile and grout. Yes, you CAN eat off my floors.
Side Two: Packrat. Bubble wrap saver, Box hoarder. Receipts from 1985 to present.
Regarding old bills and receipts, I’m not sure if the rule is to keep them for seven years or ten years, so I’ve settled on forever, just to be safe.
Once a year, I roll up my sleeves, gird my loins, and purge the office of all the detritus that I can bear to throw out.
…Empty WinFax box from 1997…Keep or toss?
…Receipt from a chair purchased in 1985 we no longer have. Keep or toss?
…Wrinkled and then refolded tissue paper from a thousand birthdays and holidays. Keep or toss?
Here’s a wonderful elliptical that shares space in my multi-use office, sewing/crafting room – what a mess.
I threw most of the boxes away and all of the decades old wrapping paper. I saved the bubble wrap; I HAD to, ‘cos well, you never know when you’ll need it, right?
It was painful, but I feel cleansed.
Boxes and boxes of old phones boxes. Just empty boxes. Gone.
Nice neat books and financial documents.
Well, mostly nice and neat, definitely better than they were.
Look closely and you’ll see all of Emily Giffen’s books. I love her!
All my crafting supplies nicely organized.
Seashells, seashells, and rocks.
Every office needs a sofa, right?
And finally, this is where the magic happens, my workspace, with a pretty little MacAir, ginger tea, and hand sanitizer.
***Notice how the dinosaur computer is a wonderful canvas for notes and pictures.
You didn’t think I’d be able to throw everything away, did you?
That’s something I’ll put off ’til next year, or the year after.
There’s no hurry; I’m sure I’ll have a brand new collection of empty boxes by then.
One last thing…my Retin-A ; save or toss? If I cut it open, I can probably scrape out the very last bit. We wouldn’t want to waste any of it, right?
What do you think?