Talking with one of my co-workers yesterday, I realized I've got a lot of stuff that I just don't want. Books, especially. I haven't read maybe half of what I've got, and half the ones I have I'll probably never read again. But I've been lugging this crap back and forth across the country, and if something doesn't change, I'll probably just do it again.
What's the point? Why the hell do I have all this stuff?
It's just habit, I think. Historical momentum. Gravity. I've had some of these books since I was in high school, and I just keep getting more, never getting rid of any. But I've been feeling like it's really starting to chain me down - They're dead-weight that I don't need.
So I decided to do something about it. Today, I pored over my shelves. I tried to take a realistic look at things and get rid of any book that I could honestly say I'll never read, or book I've read that I'll probably never read again. I probably could've been harsher than I was, but in the end I've got 112 books ready for sale to the local used book store.
20 DVDs, too.
It's not all my stuff, by any stretch of the imagination, but that's ok. I don't mind keeping the stuff I'll use. I just want to cut out the dead weight, the stuff that's holding me down. I think this is a pretty good step in that direction.
Countdown: 57 days