A few days ago I made the fatal mistake of going into my garage to look for something. I try my best not to go into the garage because I'm faced with the constant reminder that I need to seriously clean out and organize that sad and neglected little place. I have a storage room in my basement in the very same shape.
As I stood there just looking at all the "stuff" overflowing from the shelves and corners of the room, this overwhelming urge to just pick something in need of throwing out rushed over me. I've had it before, but never get it enough; and I'm always disappointed when I don't get it and just leave without touching a single thing. I wind up with great guilt that once again I have done nothing about organizing that 'zoo'.
This time I got the spark. I grabbed an ancient computer monitor that my husband was keeping for posterity and walked it out next to the trash can. He wasn't there to stop me....bless his heavenly soul. Believe me, anyone out there thinking...."Oh no, what did she throw out?" No, no....I'm not totally insane. This thing was a relic; and there were more just like it sitting there. Bits and pieces from Fred Flintstone days....I swear. My husband saved all this stuff thinking...."You never know, maybe I'll need some parts from them some day." Yeah, if we were going BACK in time.
There it sat next to the trash bin. WOW! 'One small step for......'
It felt so good I went back for another old monitor, then another computer part, and another, and another. I took whatever computer parts I could reach and hauled them out next to the trash knowing full well that either the city would come and pick them up....or some person in their truck or car I see cruising down the alley all the time might take them away. You know the old saying...."One man's trash is another man's treasure."
Along with the computer parts I added a little rusty white table and a bizaar "Beanie Baby" stand that was my daughter, Jenna's. (and something she never used or wanted...hence why it was still in my garage and not in her apartment) What makes us keep these things?
It was a start. Admittedly it was all baby steps. Believe me, if you saw my garage....you would know it was just baby steps; but it felt good. I had visions of what could be next. I was already eyeing an old baby stroller sitting high on a shelf. There were still more computer parts on another shelf. I went back into the house to do some other things.
This was a different feeling than all the times I'd put out bags and bags of things for the Purle Heart Veterans, The Salvatian Army or Am Vets. For one thing, this was stuff none of these organizations would want or take. They have lists now....they don't just take anything. I recently gave the Salvation Army eight huge brown plastic bags filled with paperback books. Years and years of books my husband had sitting in our bookcases that needed to be passed on to.....SOMEONE. After going through them all with a couple of my kids to see what they wanted....Salvation Army got the nod.
After about 1 1/2 hours I got curious and went out to check by the trash. I couldn't believe it. Everything was gone! Everything but that idiot Beanie Baby stand. But a short time later....even that was gone. "One man's trash......"