I have spoken many times here on my blog about how Sunday nights appear so suddenly out of nowhere. If they were bears, we would have all been mauled by now. We can be just idly getting through the weekend, picking berries, storing acorns in our cheeks, collecting bits of string, or whatever it is we do on weekends and then, suddenly … BAM! We are set upon by Sunday night and we’re like, “Wait! I wasn’t ready! There are still berries to be picked, acorns to be stuffed into my cheeks, and bits of string to be woven into my nest!”
The bear could not possibly care less.
(For the hard-of-metaphoring, the bear plays the part of Monday morning and the start of the work-week.)
But it’s okay. I still had a pretty productive weekend. I accomplished lots and lots of things. Things that I will get the privilege of doing again next weekend. Like Sisyphus pushing his stone up that hill over and over and over again, so too do I perform the same mindless chores, activities, and errands week after week after week. By some peoples’ definition, that is insanity. However, according to the vast collection of city ordinances under whose jurisdiction I fall, it may very well be insanity, but it is insanity that is required by law under pain of stiff fines. I suppose I should be happy that my Fair City cares about me, but it is a sort of “Mommy Dearest” care.
One of the things I worked on was cleaning up my home office. That is another recurring theme here on my blog because it is something I attempt every few months. It is a fool’s errand. Cleaning up a space assumes that you have somewhere to put all of the things that are in that space. If you don’t, you basically just pick them up, dust them off, move them around a bit, and call it a day. When you’re done, there’s really no difference other than the dust is now in the air rather than on the room’s items.
But I have decided that enough is enough. I started truly cleaning up … and throwing out. I took down the map of the world that had been on my office wall for the past ten years. Many of the countries depicted on it don’t even exist any more. In its place, I hung up the Mary Petty print I bought at a garage sale 7 or 8 months ago and framed myself. But since that time, it has been leaning against a bookshelf on the floor in my office for lack of somewhere to hang it. But now it is hanging where the world used to be and looks awesome. I threw the world into the recycling bin.
But I didn’t stop there. I nearly burned up the motor in my paper shredder. I tossed all sorts of things into the trash or the recycling bin. I made a giant pile of things down in the living room to take to the Salvation Army. I have been saying for months that it is time to simplify, minimize, and reduce. In fact, it was one of my New Year’s resolutions.
Well, the time has come to put up or shut up.
Today, the world!
Tomorrow … it’s back to work.