Or you don’t get no spending cash.
I went through my room last night and thoroughly cleaned it and I couldn’t be happier. Something about getting rid of excess makes me smile more than getting a hummer from an alien from a planet where giving hummers is their sole religious practice.
I’ve got a rule. If I haven’t worn, used or eaten something in more than a year, then it gets thrown the fuck out. I removed four garbage bags full of shite from my personal domicile. I had the best night of sleep I’ve had in months. Something about lying down in a room where you know there’s only the new and useful makes me not only really tired, but super content.
It’s almost more of a mental exercise. Have a nagging presence in your head you’re just dying to shove off? Go through your room and trash anything that reminds you of it. I used to do this whenever I’d switch jobs. Shit, I do this now when I’ve had a bad day at the office.
I’m always surprised at the emotional contacts we have to material shit. It’s so counter to my personality but it’s still there. A mug reminded me of a bad day I’d had almost five years ago on Martha’s Vinyard, so I threw it out. A shirt I’d had since college reminded me of a bad date, gone. A pair of boxers that were NOT mine (no clue how they got up there) reminded me of an embarrassing situation in the locker room in high school involving the shower, slippery floors and my coccyx, buh bye.
You get the picture. My room is now only open to the new and positive and hence my dreams and daily actions are as well.
For what it’s worth I dreamt about having a VIP pass to a porn studio, which is mighty positive, but not all that new.