I’m cleaning house today…I am such a pack rat. I try very
hard not to keep things I don’t need, however, I am very good at coming up with
a need for everything. Today’s challenge is “the box” I think almost every
woman I know has one of these boxes. Chely Wright even wrote this song about “the box” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ga9zMZf3LU.
It’s full of memories of every kind, the good, the bad and
occasionally the embarrassing. The problem is, I don’t have just one…or even
just two of these boxes, I have four. I keep every note, every letter, movie
ticket, concert ticket, any ticket of any kind…I keep it. I keep menus, keys,
and rocks. Bottle caps, happy meal toys, and the cheesy beads no longer
reserved for Mardi Gras that show up at just about any holiday where you might
end up drinking.
I live in a tiny one bedroom apartment, I have to pear this
stuff down but how do you choose between memories? If I was Martha Stewart and
had unlimited time and recourses these things would be in a scrap book and
shadow boxes in no time. Sadly and thankfully, I am not Martha Stewart, who has
that kind of time? I have ever birthday card my grandmother has given to me
since the age of 12 when it occurred to me that there would come a day that she
wouldn’t be writing me one. It took me a little longer to realize that same
fact about my mother, meaning I have 15 birthday cards from her. I can’t even
imagine how many cards and letters are in there from time spent in the
hospital. People I barely even knew cared enough to send me well wishes. While
some would say the fact that I barely knew them was reason enough that they
could be put in the pitch pile, I find many of them more heartwarming that the
ones from people I hold dear. Of course those I love will send their wishes, it
is a blessing that those whom I was not as close cared to send theirs.
Like most things I am sure I am over thinking, and the
actual solution is just to get an even bigger box and find clutter to eliminate
in some other part of my home. I just don’t want to end up on Hoarders…you
know?
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