Junk

I'm tired of being a hostage to junk, my junk, for no one else collected it but me.
And really only I can convince self to get rid of it, which is always easier said than done.

I got boxes and crap, wires, old usb cords, paper, and just junk man, I need to get rid of it, and use that space for something other than storing junk.

It's like right now JUNK is my roommate.

Personally, I just don't think I'm going to be able to move on with my life until I clear space of all the junk.
this idea that my past, through the junk I have, is going to ever have meaning to anyone other than myself is foolhearty.

Not that self doesn't matter, not that things don't and can't have sentimental meaning, but when those things start preventing forward advancement in life, time to let go of them, if want memories than snap some pictures of the junk before you let it go.

Also, the less junk I have anchoring me down, the more app I am to move.
In my late teens, early 20's, I was super mobile cause all I really owned was a nap sack full of stuff.
But the more stuff we own, the less likely we are to move and feel 'stuck'.

OK, I think I'm ready to do this, I mean what else am I going to do today?

If I clear out that back room, it will force me to move forward, to try other things.
The past is gone, no one cares about my past, and my past sure isn't earning me any money.

My reality is what it is.

I just don't have lots of people in my life who need stuff, or I could just go down town and lay it on the streets and let the homeless sell it, now that's an idea.

First will eat some hornel rice, and crackers, for the energy I'll need to do this, both mental energy and physical energy.

I'm going to have to mentally grow up and mature and start thinking like a business person, if ever expect to save enough to get what I want.

And not even sure what I want anymore.

I think what I want now is to just never feel fiscally desperate.

I want peace of mind, but can't have peace of mind if always know you could go broke soon if things go wrong.

Oops, late sending this, should of 'created post' over an hour ago but go distracted.

OK, almost done

OK, I've pretty much done it, totally cleared out closet, years of stuff, just stuff, mainly electronic stuff that I don't even remember buying, past years of shopping at Walmart I suppose, and other cheap retail outlets, who knows.

USB cords, tons of them, headsets, mini earbud sets, mini am/fm radios (what was I thinking?)

writing tablets, paper, souveneer type stuff, when I use to travel to a lot of those service centers on the highway.

And just more stuff that ends up taking up space, in drawers, for no freagin reason at all, and all it does is sit there for years and years and years.

Well not anymore, off to the junk yard for some, off to goodwill store for others, but either way all that junk will get a second chance; it'll either be recycled or used again by another person, or even animal.

And I'm doing all this cause it's just time.



Ever get to a point in your life where you just know it's that time, that time to move on, that time to usher in a change, where you've sat around for so many years just expecting things to change on their own and they never do.

No Prince charming or Princess charming ever seems to come rescue you.
Or if into cross dressing sissy males, none of them come to rescue you, ect ect.

And you just get to that point where your internal clock says 'Hey, it's time to move'.

Move as in get going, move as in it's time for action.

Well I'm at that point now, I need to engineer a change in my life, for my own sanity sake.

Cleaning out that room will prove to be an important excercise in me moving forward in life, regardless whether I fix it up for a roommate or not, just the fact that I took the mental and physical steps to clear that room out will give me courage to clean out other areas of my life.