"What worries you, masters you." - John Locke. The one who wasn't on Lost. Yeah, there was another one.
As I'm sure absolutely none of you guessed from the title, today I began the massive ordeal that is thoroughly spring-cleaning my room. This was not helped by the fact that it rather needed to be normal-cleaned anyway. Ha.
I opened boxes that hadn't been opened since we moved here 3 years ago. There was some weird stuff in those boxes. I also, however, found some lovely surprises-- things I'd thought had vanished long ago but turned up anyway, like the clay model of my clarinet case my best friend made for my birthday several years ago (there was a clarinet too, but it was accidentally crushed awhile back-- whoops).
I still have a bit of work to do, but having cleaned most of the day and still being tired from playing over 5 hours of Portal 2 with NotVeryCharming over the weekend...I'm blowing the rest of it off for now and writing a blog post about it, because cluttering up the internet with even more words is definitely productive in terms of cleaning.
(Here's the YouTube video that's my source of motivation. Go watch it. Seriously, it's really interesting/funny.)
I used to save everything. Random bits of ribbons, washers I found on the street...yeah. I threw a bunch of that out when we moved, but there's still a fair amount of it left over (which I threw out). But then there's the stuff that I threw out...and I have no idea why. Like the outline for The Clockwork Experiment which hung on my wall all through November 2009. It was 23 pages long and I'd written all over it. It's something I really, really wish I had...and I don't.
Now, the original plot sucked so much I can't even begin to tell you, almost none of it is leftover now and a lot of what little there is will be deleted in the next month when I do more editing, but...still. It would have been a great thing to save.
I had two reasons for undertaking the Epic Quest of Spring Cleaning. The first being to...well...clean my room. The second is more symbolic. "Out with the old and in with the new." Cleaning out my mind via association. Trying to make the past the past rather than an extension of the present.
My afternoon hasn't all been reorganizing and throwing things out, though. Some stuff migrated down the hall to my sisters. A fair amount of it went into keepsake boxes- things I want to remain a part of me, but not in such an immediate way.
And now I think I shall take a nap. Happy almost-summer to all of you (unless you either live in the southern hemisphere or just hate summer in which case...six more months. Hang in there.)