The First Day of 2009

Undoubtedly I will have to amend the date on the first rent check I write this year.  I seem to allow my muscle memory to take over and keep  me in the past, well at least on the first check written in the new year.  But this is a minor annoyance.  It has become a ritual of sorts.  A brief visit into the past and then I'm off exploring the same old same old, paying rent and bills in a brand new year.

The New Years Resolution or The Hoarding and Eventual Strangulation of Human Potential

 I have no resolution for the new year.  No plan to make myself a better person.  No plot to change the world.  But I am curious.  Rather than add more stuff, I am using this year to let go of a few things.  As far as I know, we are only able to access and use a finite amount of space on this Earth, so why keep adding and taking up that space with new plots, plans, resolutions, diets, cars, meetings, houses, stuff, stuff, stuff...

Clothing that I have not worn in six months has been thrown into the arms of Goodwill and The Salvation Army.  Duplicate items have been regifted to owners I thought would truly put the item to use, not just graciously thank me for it and then throw it into a landfill.  Into the shredder go invoices, receipts, chronologies, advertisements.  Bag the confetti and haul it to be recycled.

I find myself saying, "I don't need that.  I'm better off without this.  Someone could get more use of this than I am." instead of "I'll keep this just incase.  You never know when you'll need that.  I couldn't live without this."  Own less.  Be more.

Apologies, I'll be back to tarp making next post.