Just Spent The Last Few Hours Cleaning Off My Desk. Yes, It Took A Few Hours, As It Has Been My Special

Just spent the last few hours cleaning off my desk. Yes, it took a few hours, as it has been my special location for piling every piece of paper or other "important" thing for the last few years.

It was quite the trip. School documents, attempts at art, notes from my ex-girlfriend, church bulletins and study notes covered in doodles, applications for things I never went through with, even a (short-lived) journal from 2011. There were bank statements, comic books, magazines, and letters from family and friends, many of which either have never been read or have not been read since residing there.

Needless to say, my desk has not fulfilled its intended purpose for a long time. At last, however, I am using it to type this post. But the real struggle was not cleaning off the desk itself, it was navigating and relocating the contents.

Much of what I sorted through was junk, plain and simple. Either I had no more reason to keep it, or I never had a reason to keep it in the first place. In fact, I was about to throw it all away (except the comics/magazines), until I came across the aforementioned journal. Despite there being nothing of real value written there - which is why I stopped keeping up with it in the first place - I felt like I learned a little bit about how far I've come in those few years. In fact, a lot of the "junk" was interesting in that regard.

Each piece was a part of my life. Some of them brought up decisions I wasn't particularly proud of making. But all of them unlocked a piece of me that I had forgotten existed over time. Each new thing that came along made me forget the decisions I'd made, or the things I'd done, simply because those last few years demanded so much of my attention. But now that I could see them and answer for them, it felt like I no longer had to worry about them.

Mind you, I rarely worried about my past decisions, unless they were severe. But that was because I had to worry about the present. The back of my mind was still saying that something was unresolved, and that only contributed to my stress. Now that I've gotten a chance to catch up again, that feeling is gone - and I can focus on the future.

I still got rid of more than half the junk on my desk. However, I kept the parts that I felt were most important, and put them in a box. Now that I've answered for it and relived it, I can put it away freely. Maybe one day I'll come back to it and wonder what kind of idiot kills off a journal after a month.

Just Spent The Last Few Hours Cleaning Off My Desk. Yes, It Took A Few Hours, As It Has Been My Special

More Posts from Skysometric