I’m creative, but I’m not always all that proactive, so I buy stuff with this great idea of what I want to do with it, and then I never do it. So the stuff just sits around and sits around and sits around, and then it gets moved to a new house where it sits around some more. It just sits there for years and years, and I never actually get around to doing anything with it. I’ve decided to get rid of those items.
A few years ago, a local Raleigh radio station had a poor intern whose job was basically to embarrass himself royally for the entertainment of the DJs and the listeners. They sent him out to Krispy Kreme one morning, where his mission was to order doughnuts, take a bite or two, and then take them back to the counter and say, “I don’t want this no mo’.” That was all he could say. “I don’t want this no mo’.” When they asked him if there was something wrong, all he could say was, “I don’t want this no mo’.” It was pretty hilarious.
So I’m looking around my room at all the abandoned projects and random items associated with them, and all I can think is, “I don’t want this no mo’.” And I really don’t. All the stuff is just overwhelming, and when I think about moving it, I REALLY don’t want it.
And I’m beginning to think that a yard sale might be yet another project that will never happen. First of all, we don’t really have a yard. Second, a yard sale is a lot of work. You have to price everything, organize it into displays, advertise your yard sale and get up at the butt-crack of dawn to haggle with people. And third, I have a lot to do between now and the time we move, and I don’t think I’m going to have the time or the energy to do it before then. And if I’m not going to sell it before we move, I want to just get rid of it some other way so I don’t have to move it.
So yesterday afternoon, I took a trunkful of stuff to Goodwill. It was the first of probably many, many trunkfuls, but it was a good start. Next time, I’m tackling the crap under my bed that I never ever pull out to use. Then W-Josh and I are going to chuck a pile of crap that has somehow built up in our front room. Yes, friends, I’ve moved directly into the fourth stage of moving. Maybe by doing it this way, I can escape the dread AND the crap multiplication? I hesitate to even say that because the crap always multiplies. Always. I don’t know how, but it does. But perhaps just this once, I can nip it in the bud? Maybe?
I’ll let you know. At any rate, I’m getting rid of things. If you think you might want some of my things, come on over, and I’ll tell you if you can have whatever it is that you want. Your chances are actually pretty decent.