Stuff is great. I love my stuff and am never comfortable when I am
away from it for any length of time. The problem of 'stuff' is
like many other things ... definition. Micro-stuff finds it's way
into regular stuff, grows to miniature stuff and begins
to resemble real stuff. Then it fills your storage space. Shelves
fill, closets bulge, cars no longer fit in the garage and you pay
begin paying hefty fees to now fill a storage locker. Yesterday I again endured the process of
opening, searching, closing and moving box after box trying to
locate one of those saved possessions. Half an hour with no luck
but I found things forgotten as well as one recently re-purchased.
Aaarrggg!
I awoke about midnight with an uneasy
feeling and couldn't fall back asleep. Soon I found myself up and
stacking stuff that had to go. I had been saving empty boxes, a
lot of boxes, to ship stuff. But there was a problem. I rarely
shipped anything and when I did, it never fit into a saved box.
Today there will be a stack in the local recycling bin.
Is there a lesson? I think so. While taking
the first step of removing those boxes, I found what I was looking
for earlier in the day. I am now resolved to continue.
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