The Unsafe Keeping
There are a few reasonable excuses for stowing things in boxes, I suppose. Admittedly, I make several most excellent explanations and often quickly without blinking an eye as to why it is important to save things. Recent moves, clothing that no longer fits but might next year, the death of a loved one, cleaning and organizing no longer wanted items to mention a few. Does every home have a particular place in which these boxes migrate? You know the place to which I am referring; the basement, the area of the entry closet that now expands its birth by three in which there is no more extended room for coats. What about the garage?
Some say, "keep that you will want it one day."
Others say, "give that away, better yet, throw that away!"
I've spent the better part of the last twenty years in and never completely out of boxes. It's true. One move follows another like dominoes tumbling over just to be propped up once more merely to do it again; what an enormous waste of time, money, and energy. In retrospect, it makes no sense.
In my defense and the defense of others afflicted with unsafe keeping, it was never an intended extension of remaining trapped in and by the boxes. As a hopeful human, always optimistic, the chore of unpacking everything has remained the goal. Again; the excuses, in the form of defensive measures this time, insidious but easily unwrapped themselves to defend the box brigade. See how they slithered in again?
In considering something for The Lightbulb Project, I took much time to narrow down a personal wish for the theme, freedom. For me, freedom would be to unpack absolutely everything from every single box and gift it forward or throw the things away. The boxes have become a burden, a source of sadness. A reminder that life in a box is never the way in which we are intended to exist. It's not living. It's in limbo. Trapped, stifled, growing old without movement or use is a debilitating state for not only humans but also material things.
Freedom, in the form of unpacking once and for all, would be a generous gift from myself to myself. I know it. Now, to get it done.
#thelightbulbproject_freedom
The Unsafe Keeping
There are a few reasonable excuses for stowing things in boxes, I suppose. Admittedly, I make several most excellent explanations and often quickly without blinking an eye as to why it is important to save things. Recent moves, clothing that no longer fits but might next year, the death of a loved one, cleaning and organizing no longer wanted items to mention a few. Does every home have a particular place in which these boxes migrate? You know the place to which I am referring; the basement, the area of the entry closet that now expands its birth by three in which there is no more extended room for coats. What about the garage?
Some say, "keep that you will want it one day."
Others say, "give that away, better yet, throw that away!"
I've spent the better part of the last twenty years in and never completely out of boxes. It's true. One move follows another like dominoes tumbling over just to be propped up once more merely to do it again; what an enormous waste of time, money, and energy. In retrospect, it makes no sense.
In my defense and the defense of others afflicted with unsafe keeping, it was never an intended extension of remaining trapped in and by the boxes. As a hopeful human, always optimistic, the chore of unpacking everything has remained the goal. Again; the excuses, in the form of defensive measures this time, insidious but easily unwrapped themselves to defend the box brigade. See how they slithered in again?
In considering something for The Lightbulb Project, I took much time to narrow down a personal wish for the theme, freedom. For me, freedom would be to unpack absolutely everything from every single box and gift it forward or throw the things away. The boxes have become a burden, a source of sadness. A reminder that life in a box is never the way in which we are intended to exist. It's not living. It's in limbo. Trapped, stifled, growing old without movement or use is a debilitating state for not only humans but also material things.
Freedom, in the form of unpacking once and for all, would be a generous gift from myself to myself. I know it. Now, to get it done.
#thelightbulbproject_freedom