Life is All About Boxes
08 May 2012 | Halifax
Alex, sunny !
In the hopes of not sounding like a broken record, I have to, once again, report that the past week has been spent sorting and piling and purging.
And I've come to the realization that our lives, are, with time, categorically and summarily sorted and packaged into Boxes.
And indeed, there is truth to the Live the Moment adage that I firmly believe in. 'Cause everything else (eventually) gets put into Boxes, that then get Dusty, that then get Forgotten About. That then get rediscovered and need to be Dealt With.
And some things should've just been thrown away in the first place.
Lordy Lou !
No, really !!!
What do we do in the Spring? Pack up our Winter stuff into Boxes!
What do we do in the Fall ? Pack up the Summer stuff into Boxes!
What do we do when we buy something new?
Put the Old Stuff away in Boxes.
What do we do when we move ? More Boxes.
And (to be morbid) what's left when we die ? Boxes and Boxes of Stuff.
And driving by the mall on Saturday, the parking lot is chock full of people... buying more and more stuff ? Where does all this stuff go ? You got it...
And going for our evening walks, we note that all the cars are parked in driveways of huge houses with garages and the garage doors are open (and being the voyeurs we are) what's inside ... soo MANY BOXES that the car can't even fit in !!
I've also come to the realization that I hate, absolutely hate throwing out stuff. I'm not a hoarder by any means. In fact I've always considered myself a bit of a minimalist. Which is what makes this whole future lifestyle so appealing...
And I'm not a consumer. Most definiltey NOT a shopper.
Going to the mall is something I seriously have to talk myself into.
And if I succeed, there's a million and one reasons to talk myself out of going.
That's not to say I don't wish I had that new outfit... but 9 times out of 10, do i really need it?
I've also learnt I hate replacing something if it ain't broke.
And I definitlely hate filling up plastic bags of STUFF, and hauling them to the curb, for pick up, to be dumped, somewhere, in a landfill of plastic mess. Poor Mother Earth.
So going through the memory laden garage full of boxes has been a Process. A physical, emotional, liberating, cleansing, turmoil, chaotic and DUSTY process.
And on a totally unrelated side note.
I've always had a funny kind of OCD.
It involves decks of cards.
I come across a deck of cards (and why do we have so many decks of cards ??) Well, I stop and sit down, and sort them into respective suits, then each suit gets sorted numerically, and then they go back into the back. Wowsers. And if we're playing cards, at the end of the evening or the game, I do the same. Always. Anyhow, this OCD has slowed me down some, given that every box I seem to open up, contains a deck or two of cards. What's up with that ?
So anyhow, our lives are rather Dusty at the moment, sorting through the messes of Boxes and Boxes.
I suppose that given the drastic pending change of our merry lives, this is totally normal. It's not like we can, at the snap of our fingers, instantly make disappear the accumulated boxes of our favourite possessions. Or that we could get rid of our combined lifetime of stuff that now has to be liquidated into one common pursuit that has to fit (and be useful) on a 40 foot boat, or, as Dave says, "it ain't coming".
It's not like like we're redecorating our wardrobe. Or our living room.
We're redecorating our lives. In 40 feet, on water, no less.
NO MORE BOXES ALLOWED !
CAPTION: (Don't laugh) Our empty boxes just waiting to be filled !!