... a good de-stuffing or clutter control (II) ...

I keep my memories in boxes.

Photographs, ticket stubs, years of journals, snail-mail received, snail-mail never sent, (even some printed emails from when the internet was new), programs, playbills, business cards, birthday cards, thank you cards, valentine's day cards, easter cards, mix cds, mix tapes, various abandoned artwork, doodles, poetry on scraps of paper, ideas scribbled on napkins, dried flowers from important dances, weddings and other occasions...
                      The list continues.

Sometimes, I try to consolidate.  Pair things down.  But if I throw away my memories, how will I remember them?  Without a record of all you've done, how quickly those experiences might disappear without hope of a good reboot.

Recently, I became more organized, creating four neatly edited scrapbooks of our summer European travels.  (The remaining mementoes that didn't make the cut still take up too much space in my closet, but...

Now is the time.

I feel it in the air.  Rebirth.  New life.  Springtime.

I'm ready to be liberated from all (or at least half) of my material possessions, ready to feel my shoulders lighten.  And this thing called technology has promised to help out (part of the plan involves transferring cds to my harddrive -- brilliant!)

I've already been mentally cataloguing the t-shirts I can donate.  The papers I can shred.

And yet again, friends, it's that time of year, and I, who pride myself on originality, find myself fitting into still another timely cliche: a good Spring cleaning is just around the corner :)