We had company last weekend, and I had to clean my office to make room for an air mattress. I couldn’t believe how much stuff has accumulated since we moved here nine years ago. For the health and well-being of our guests, I hurriedly rearranged one shelf in the closet to shove all the mess laying on the desk, chairs, and floor, and promised to come back.
A few days ago, I stood at the Closet of Truth. “I will never save junk again.” I lied, when we
moved. On the top shelf there was an expensive broken camera. On the shelves below were floppy
discs with no drive, used (but still good) manila folders, a laptop I haven’t
fired up since we got our iPad, wires that don’t connect to a computer, TV, or
telephone we currently own, and on the floor (my personal favorite) those two
large boxes full of 20 year old
photos that “need to be put into albums.”
Today I’ve tackled my file cabinet. You know those
antiquated boxes that stack in the corner with drawers. Evidently, I started
these when I didn’t have a clue how to file (or spell). It’s all interesting,
sometimes just from the curious. What the hell was I thinking?
I came across a file from a workshop I attended in 2009. Besides
half used notebooks and a plastic baggy with out-of-date conference news, I
came across a list of career goals. We had been encouraged to write a list of
one year goals and five year goals. Ouch – 2013. All the things I was going to
achieve. Humm, maybe I should have revisited these sooner –worked a little harder.
No, I am not going to share. Actually
these look pretty good. No need to waste paper, I’ll just change the date and
file it under 2018.
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