You know, I might actually be digging the NaBloPoMo theme for March. It’s rather simple… to muse on one word. There are days like today when inescapably I find myself thinking on one thing.
Today it has been boxes.
Now this seems strange, I know. However, I woke up this morning and decided my room was getting a little too cluttered. I had inherited a set of drawers from the Stalker and had yet to put anything in them. Today would be the day that I wanted to fill them. After all, the small plastic drawer that my socks had been living in could barely contain all that I had stuffed into them.
For the sake of my socks alone I knew I needed to get organized.
And y’all should well know that my love for my socks knows no bounds.
So carefully and thoughtfully, I went about the task.
Once I had gotten all my clothes sorted and hung, I realized that I’d been accumulating a small stack of boxes.
Now the fact that they are USPS flat-rate boxes is no real surprise. I got packages sent from my mom & family in PR for Christmas and Valentine’s Day. Plus there was what my Mr. Land had sent me for Christmas as well. It’s the fact that I chose to hold onto the opened boxes with random assortment of stuff still in them that confuses me. While I was sorting through what I had in each box, I came to realize that I have a habit of holding onto boxes.
Don’t ask me why.
But whenever I get something in a box or a bag, I feel compelled to keep that too. Maybe because it’s part of the gift?
Maybe I think that there’s a chance I might re-use it?
Maybe I just forget and am too lazy to break up the box?
Whatever the reason, I have to really remind myself to just gather all of them up and throw them out. I’d been meaning to do that for a while but hadn’t. I think knowing more boxes are coming my way is what has led me to finally dispose of these. In a way, I do the same thing with money. I only begin to spend again when I know more money will be coming in. Otherwise I will hold onto it as much as I can.
And yes, this really was my whole train of thought on boxes.
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