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Part of what I had to evaluate while I was gone is how I was (and to an extent, still am) living.
I had (have) too much stuff. My life became a race to accumulate stuff. I took two whole weeks off and went through only two rooms of my home and was appalled at the amount of stuff I had. Some things I had two or three of because I had forgotten that I had bought it, and bought another.
I went on a purge, selling all manner of things, including a lot of my HI stuff. The HI stuff I kept are either things that I have a use for, or are fairly unique and I haven't seen another of since I bought it. Other stuff was a bunch of camping stuff, several boxes of DVDs and CDs, a couple shelves of books and magazines, etc. I gave several -- 5 I think -- large lawn and leaf bags of clothes that are too big for me away to the Salvation Army.
I flat out threw out boxes and boxes of junk -- old school papers (who keeps their homework for 20 years??), parts of my past I don't need dredged up, etc.
But, I was looking around today, and I had to ask "If I got rid of so much stuff, why is my house still cluttered with all this unnecessary stuff?" I don't even use most of it. Some of it I haven't touched in a decade except to move it to a different place in the closet.
I admit some of it is emotional: I have a lot of high-end tactical gear from my soldiering and adventuring days of danger and glory, which, to be quite frank, I wouldn't survive if I attempted today. I simply don't need it. Time to let it go. There's young guys going in harm's way that I'm sure would like a good deal on better-than-issue gear.
I still have knives I don't use, and don't really care for anymore. Time to go.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying owning things is bad, nor am I saying I'm going to spend the rest of my life only owning that which I need to maintain my biological existence. No, what I'm saying is it's time to make a break from my old ways of doing things and living and get down to what really matters to me and put my efforts into those things, rather than dilute them.
Part of the effects of the trials I've been through recently, is nothing much seems to matter to me anymore. People have asked me what I like to do outside of work. I have to be honest and tell them "nothing". Sad fact is, there's really nothing I want to do anymore. The last dream I had, one that was with me since I was a small child, one which was always present even in other dreams, was closed off to me. Once that was gone, I found I really didn't care about anything anymore.
Maybe that's why I have no use for things that used to catch my eye. Maybe all this clutter is diluting my efforts and scattering my attention from what is left. Maybe at the bottom of it all, I'll find my way.
Know the sad part? I typed all that and haven't had a sip of liquor in four months. I used to have to be drunk to be so melancholy and philosophical.
I had (have) too much stuff. My life became a race to accumulate stuff. I took two whole weeks off and went through only two rooms of my home and was appalled at the amount of stuff I had. Some things I had two or three of because I had forgotten that I had bought it, and bought another.
I went on a purge, selling all manner of things, including a lot of my HI stuff. The HI stuff I kept are either things that I have a use for, or are fairly unique and I haven't seen another of since I bought it. Other stuff was a bunch of camping stuff, several boxes of DVDs and CDs, a couple shelves of books and magazines, etc. I gave several -- 5 I think -- large lawn and leaf bags of clothes that are too big for me away to the Salvation Army.
I flat out threw out boxes and boxes of junk -- old school papers (who keeps their homework for 20 years??), parts of my past I don't need dredged up, etc.
But, I was looking around today, and I had to ask "If I got rid of so much stuff, why is my house still cluttered with all this unnecessary stuff?" I don't even use most of it. Some of it I haven't touched in a decade except to move it to a different place in the closet.
I admit some of it is emotional: I have a lot of high-end tactical gear from my soldiering and adventuring days of danger and glory, which, to be quite frank, I wouldn't survive if I attempted today. I simply don't need it. Time to let it go. There's young guys going in harm's way that I'm sure would like a good deal on better-than-issue gear.
I still have knives I don't use, and don't really care for anymore. Time to go.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying owning things is bad, nor am I saying I'm going to spend the rest of my life only owning that which I need to maintain my biological existence. No, what I'm saying is it's time to make a break from my old ways of doing things and living and get down to what really matters to me and put my efforts into those things, rather than dilute them.
Part of the effects of the trials I've been through recently, is nothing much seems to matter to me anymore. People have asked me what I like to do outside of work. I have to be honest and tell them "nothing". Sad fact is, there's really nothing I want to do anymore. The last dream I had, one that was with me since I was a small child, one which was always present even in other dreams, was closed off to me. Once that was gone, I found I really didn't care about anything anymore.
Maybe that's why I have no use for things that used to catch my eye. Maybe all this clutter is diluting my efforts and scattering my attention from what is left. Maybe at the bottom of it all, I'll find my way.
Know the sad part? I typed all that and haven't had a sip of liquor in four months. I used to have to be drunk to be so melancholy and philosophical.