The next part of our anniversary weekend started in this closet. We sorted through old memories -- remnants of another life. Rather than look through EVERYTHING, we got rid of the easy stuff, organized the rest, and made a list of projects --projects with deadlines. Projects like the scrapbook I've been meaning to put together for the last eleven years.
I have been carrying the supplies for this scrapbook since I returned from studying abroad in Spain when I was twenty. Every time I clean out, I put the supplies aside under the delusion that some day I will put the scrapbook together. That intended project has been weighing me down for more than a decade. Do you think when I put it aside I have any real intention of completing that scrapbook?
I know the answer, and yet I have a hard time knowing what to do with the stuff. My trip to Spain was life-changing. I want to remember it. How can I throw out those pictures, train tickets, and mementos?
A true minimalist might toss them, but me... well, it will go on the list. I have two months to finish. If this really matters to me, I will do it. If not, it is time to let the project go -- even if I don't toss all of the pictures.
The list helped Trevor and I move through the scary closet, Trevor's office and the garage. When all was finished we had a few bags of trash and a Jeep full of items to donate. By the time our babysitters arrived that night (so we could go out and celebrate our anniversary) we were exhausted --- exhausted, with clean closets.