As I try and get my life back in order, I realize that there is much to do. So much in fact. Whether its cleaning out my closet or organizing my photo collection...there are never-ending projects all around me.
To begin with, I really don't know why people keep so many things. I'm definitely one of those people who stashes away every paper they've ever written, just "in case I want to read it again someday." Hmm..and I really going to want to read that creative writing piece about my cat again? It makes me cringe just to read the title, "Whiskers." Just glancing up at my closet right now, I can see dozens of binders from high school and maybe from even before then. I kinda just want to burn it all. Then I wouldn't even know what I'm missing. Sometimes I feel the same way about my clothes..just so I could start all over again.
I also don't know what to do with the art. I have so many half finished art pieces & picture albums that are just sitting in random corners of my room. Why do I even start these projects. They're useless.
One time I found a piece of trash from London kon the floor of your house in San Diego...meaning that you packed it into (one of your seven) suitcases, unpacked it in Santa Barbara. Then repacked it to move to San Diego. Then unpacked it. Bahahaha
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