Recently, my dear roommate's dear sister moved into our house from another state. She brought almost nothing with her. Glancing into her newly set up room for the first time, I felt envious of the openness. Though my tiny room was clean it felt crowded. I associated this feeling with messiness. "I have too much stuff," I said to myself in my head. To ditch the thought that I was somehow failing as an adult for keeping everything that has ever been sentamental to me, I decided to trash some of my things.
The trouble with trashing is, it goes against almost all of my values to just throw things away...How do I solve this problem? Clothes are easy; they can be given away, or used as fabric. What about the dead pens, broken jewelry, fake flowers I have used in 3 or so costumes (and now look dead)? What about the warn-out hand bags, shoes, tiny broken boxes? I sit, and stare, and feel guilty. Get discourage, stop cleaing...try again tomorrow. I shuffle, I give some away, I use items as blocks trying to turn them into something useful. I research: disposing responsibly, DIY blogs. I draw, starring.
The trouble with trashing is, it isn't simple.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
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