Another
Pandora’s Box
A day of reckoning finally arrived, and somehow I managed to
tackle that box. It’s pretty incredible what I considered worthy of keeping at
one time: lots of newspaper clippings, including recipes from a column called
Cook of the Week that once ran in our local paper; maps and brochures from
places where we’d traveled and that I might want to go back to or use as a
story setting; a few school papers and drawings from when my kids were little; notes
from conferences and workshops that I attended years ago. Some of those are still
relevant. Others, like the ones from spotlights on certain publishers, are long
out of date. Most of the publishers spotlighted are long gone. There were a few
notebooks with essays I wrote, story ideas and synopses, and a number of
half-used notebooks. There was even a finished short story that was actually a
companion to The Christmas Wish (now published on Amazon) that never sold. One
newspaper clipping of special interest told of the Crazy Horse Memorial. We had
visited the memorial while it was in the early stages of being carved out of a mountain
in South Dakota and comparing it to the pictures we took two years ago, you can
see how far they’ve come in the project.
You might think it was a pretty big box, considering everything
I managed to cram inside of it, but it really is just average size. Just goes
to show what you can accomplish when you don’t want to face throwing stuff
away.
So there I was, faced with three piles of stuff. What to
keep, what to throw away, and what the-heck-should-I-do-with-this? It’s a bit
like Pandora’s Box, while all the stuff was safely tucked inside, it didn’t
cause any problem. Now that it’s all been set free, I need to deal with it. It’s
a family curse of sorts, one we often discuss and sometimes joke about; the
fear of throwing stuff away. Must be in the genes. We all fight it, the need to
keep too much stuff, and worst of all, to keep it until somebody else has to go
through it. Fighting the urge, I now have a bag of stuff that will be recycled
(which somehow makes me feel better than just tossing it in the trash) and one
big pile of yet-to-be-decided. Since it’s sitting on the floor of my writing
room, let’s see how long I can let it stay there. One thing I refuse to do is cram
what’s left back into the box to save it for another day. Fortunately, unlike
Pandora’s Box, it didn’t contain anything evil, but perhaps, like the last
thing to emerge from it, there is Hope I will finally be rid of my own
troublesome box of stuff.
Here's a picture of the little box I bought to hold some of the recipes and newspaper clippings I decide to keep. At least it's cute.
Here's a picture of the little box I bought to hold some of the recipes and newspaper clippings I decide to keep. At least it's cute.