Paranoid?

A blogger I like to read posted this on Friday. Sigh.

Box update: at work

As I mentioned in a previous post, I am moving from a spacious cube at work to a much smaller cube. I am supposed to self-move on Tuesday but am unclear as to whether my phone and LAN will be moved by then. Thursday was my last day in a job I'd held for 8 years and after cleaning out my new cube (of dirt, dust, and office detritus) I realized that I needed to do some more "shedding". So, I got to it and cleaned out several older boxes. When I left yesterday, there were 6 boxes (one of which has my computer stand and foot stand) and two large plants. I know there is one box that I still need to go through but I am still feeling good about the amount of stuff I let go. I feel like I can start fresh in my new job.

Monday I have no plans (well, that isn't entirely true - I have many things on my list but nothing I have to do). I am hoping to spend some of it refreshing my knowledge of Getting Things Done and 43 Folders. Getting a new job means I have a fresh start and I want to have a plan!!!

Box update: some hard stuff

Last weekend I took the opportunity to go through a box from 1993 (ish). Wow. That one brought back a lot of memories. Sort of one of those "good, bad, ugly" experiences. In simple terms, the good was that I cleared out another box. The bad was that now I have a huge pile of shredding to take care of. The ugly? In 1993 your entire credit card number would have been on a receipt (which accounts for the larger than normal pile of shredding).

In more complex terms, the box brought up a host of complicated feelings involving lost loves and missed chances. That sounds like it is about romantic love and I guess tangentially it is. But more it is about the fact that I was so focused on a boy (whom I now refer to as my "evil ex-boyfriend" - you do the math) that I missed out (ruined) some really important friendships that I had in my life. And you know, 15 years later, I don't believe those friendships have ever recovered. One is gone altogether - I get news only through common friends. I am still friends with the other person but not in the same way. Is it a curse of growing old (getting responsibilities, partners, etc) that you lose those deep relationships? Sigh.