Meanderthal Man!

I've become a "Meanderthal Man" when it comes to packing (more meandering than packing). Yesterday I packed a box. ONE pitiful box! If I haven't mentioned this before, when the de-cluttering begins, things that you haven't seen for a millennium magically appear. It's gotta be the "First Law of Clutter" - where clutter tends to expand over time in direct proportion to the volume of space in any given, finite environment.

I spent over two hours packing this one box for our Philippines shipment, and most of my time was spent meandering about the room fiddling and playing with long-lost or forgotten items. Like a child beside himself in simple amusement, I wasted an abundance of time with the hope that decisions would be delivered to me like a pizza. All the time I wasted was really due to my own indecision - whether to just throw items in the box, throw them in the trash, or just throw them anywhere else. I did manage to hide a few things for a decision to be made later.

Some days, It's hard to get off the Fence

At one point while monkeying around with an old
hand-held cassette recorder (dictaphone), I sort of -
accidentally on purpose - dropped it on the floor with the
desperate motive for some justification in making this
particular decision. How lame have I become? When it hit
the floor and the battery cover broke off (I was secretly
hoping it would survive), the answer was then obvious and
the decision was now an easier one... toss it! I did manage to
salvage the two "AAA" batteries so I felt some relief that it
wasn't a total loss.

It's almost embarrassing to admit that I have never felt so attached to a closet full of junk, but I did manage to get about half of it to the trash. The rest went into the box and I'm sure that upon opening this box at our final destination, I will find these things and will ask myself to remind me once again - "why the hell did I keep this?" At least at the other end, I know can give it away... to anybody!

That for sure will be much easier!