I inherited a certain element of pack-ratism from my dad!
For sure. He saved EVERYTHING!
I find it very difficult to throw things away. But every two years or so I go on a purge of apartment cleaning, and find stuff that is so…. useless! Especially old empty boxes from things I have bought in the interim. It's crazy how it all stockpiles! Then, there I am, making trip after trip down to the cardboard recycle bin in the garage of my building.
Today is one of those cleaning days. Purging.
So --- I reached into the nether-regions of my closet and retrieved this huge file box containing every essay I ever wrote in my college days. Some of you may be aware that I [in the late '80's] studied for four years full-time and received, in 1991, a bachelor degree in Theology [of all the incredibly non-practical things one might have studied]!
I graduated with honours.
I was dang serious about it.
But, I am realizing today that I am never going to consult upon, or really use the information stored in this box. My first clue was the fact that it has sat there in that corner of the closet for 20 years now, without me once ever thinking about it. I would rather have back the space it all occupies!
So, it's going down to the recycle bin tonight!
As I looked through it all for the past hour, the thing of most interest to me was finding all the notes passed back and forth between myself and Heather, a wonderful girl I flirted with for four years to no real effect. For some reason I kept those notes. She gave up on me and my reticent ways, and ended up marrying a fellow student.
Apparently my procrastination issues apply to more than spring cleaning!