Old paper, balled up paper, shredded or new, can be fun or sad. It depends upon your perspective, and whether or not you’re human or an animal.
I had two boxes of paper in my room under a window. I had long forgotten what was inside. I had the boxes stacked up neatly. They were there for me to review for my de-cluttering project. Twinkie apparently thought there was something fascinating in those boxes of paper. She played in and on the boxes. She sat on them, chewed the edge of the boxes, and jumped from one box to another, flicking her tail with glee.
Twinkie did this every evening as I watched television. One night I got tired of seeing her play with my stuff. I made the commitment to go through those boxes and see what was so fascinating about those stacks of paper. Besides, that was the reason they were there, for me to go through them and get rid of useless clutter in my house.
What I found in those boxes was a past life of a person still reflecting on a career she no longer had. Years of “I’ll get to this later” was staring at me. And for each old piece of paper I set aside to be thrown out, Twinkie sat on it, flicking her tail. She was having fun, and kept jumping on and around my discarded papers until I threw them in the trash bag.
How long would it have been if Twinkie hadn’t started to play with all the paper in my bedroom?
So now spring cleaning has become significant. Spring cleaning is now a personal cleaning of my closets and the embracement of a new life. Who I am today is a full time writer, author, poet, property management consultant and organized happy person.
You can’t hold on to old things. They take up so much room. There isn’t any space left for new ideas, new people, and new self-creativity. Twinkie was right to play in the boxes. It was just old, useless, and no longer relevant clutter in my life.
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