It’s been a moving week emotionally because I’m in the process of moving out of my office.
Rolled into town on Monday morning and hit the ground running. Needed to replace my cell phone because the display wasn’t working and the battery’s shot. Got three years out of it, so I didn’t feel bad. Picked up an iPhone 4. Been looking at it for awhile now and decided to take the plunge. It’s a phone I can live with for the next three years.
No big sense of elation. It felt practical… like buying groceries or something. I needed a new phone, and I got a new phone. Period. Perhaps it’s a sign of detachment from material things? Maybe. Had a whole week of that ahead of me.
Hit the office, had a quick meeting with Jason, then set about tearing it apart. Office full of shit. Where to begin?
I forced myself into a deadline by announcing my office furniture sale on facebook in five days. I started with all the binders. Binders full of old proposals, old projects, old legal, logistical, and miscellaneous paper. Old. Stored all of it for years. Years of taking up space and weighing subconsciously upon my mind. By the time I was done, I had a pile of binders and 16 bins full of paper recycling.
16 Bins! That’s on top of the garbage, useless artifacts, and shit I didn’t even know I had. I came to the conclusion that perhaps it wasn’t ego keeping me from making the decision to move. It probably had a lot to do with me not wanting to tackle that gigantic mountain of fuck.
The sale took place yesterday. Got rid of two computers, a bunch of trinkets, desk accessories, stationary, old chairs, end tables, and a wooden cabinet. Still have all my big items, but getting rid of the little things seemed to give me the most satisfaction. Little things weigh on the mind more than big things.
I’m off to a great start! Purging really does feel good.