Domestic Geek

I have a hard time getting rid of things. I've still got paperwork from when I went to UNC in the mid-80s. I've got tons of craft supplies I might use one day. I've got four large boxes of stuffed animals in storage that I can't bear (pun intended, lol) to part with. Magazines with craft patterns I intend to do one day.

I've really been trying to make an effort to get rid of stuff I don't want and probably won't ever use. Of course, I started this effort to clear my life of clutter almost a year ago and still haven't even begun to make a dent, it seems. I feel a little guilty that at one point I spent hard-earned money on stuff that is now worthless. Seriously, with everything on DVD, nobody is going to want the first season of Star Trek:TNG on vhs. I also haven't watched them in over 10 years. They're always in reruns. Letting those go was hard. So is letting go of the tapes of heavy metal music videos my mother made for in the late 80s.

It's a trait I inherited from my mother. After she died, my dad and sister had to clear tons of worthless stuff that she had hung onto for no good reason. I was really thinking today as I looked at all the JUNK I have that I really don't want to leave a similar task to my loved ones after I go. Also, I don't want to move worthless junk yet again.

"Here It Goes Again" by OK Go

I've been doing it my whole life and I don't know why. I feels good to get things done before they absolutely need to be, yet I don't. I can't even use the excuse that I'm too busy because I'm still doing it, even during this time of unemployment. I'm doing it right now by writing this post. For instance, I started working on a portfolio site for myself over two years ago back in school. I got the basic foundation laid in Flash, but never got any of my pieces ready. I started working on the html version while I was employed because I knew prospective employers, especially those in web, would want to see stuff. I worked on it again really hard on Thursday, but promised myself it would be finished over the weekend. Here it is Tuesday and it's still not done. It's really a trait I must work harder to overcome.

My eyes change colors depending on my mood or my surroundings, I'm not sure which. So, they could be chameleon eyes. Anyway, It's weird. The color changes were more dramatic when I was younger. They can be bright blue. silver, green, almost brown. My birth certificate and driver's license say blue, though.