Breathing Room.
The term "spring cleaning" seems a bit, well, seasonal don't you think? To someone who gets those random urges to clean an entire room from top to bottom at no particular hour of the day, the term is a bit silly. And it's not just confined to a room. Emptying my inbox, deleting people on Facebook I know but don't even like much less talk to, getting rid of hundreds of pointless pictures on my computer, songs on iTunes I don't listen to anymore (I'm talking to YOU Nickelback);
basically getting that breathing room that I've been lacking for a while. Room to fill those spaces with things that I'm going to eventually toss out later. Quite the cycle isn't it? And with each cycle I learn to be more careful with what I fill my life with.
There is one thing I do differently from anyone else, however. See, I am one of the most cold-hearted people in the world. To cut anything out of my life whether it's a memory, a person, or a memory of a person (cornyness intended) is not difficult at all.
I have done it so many times that it has become quite effortless. I've heard some people tell me that they could never believe I was capable of that. I assure you, it's one of the biggest parts of me as well as the worst part of me. My ability to easily throw away things from my life with no remorse or regret is definitely something I'm not entirely proud of. Sure, it comes with it's own benefits, but the cons far outweigh them.
Will it change? I think not. It has helped me countless of times to avoid pain, suffering, regret, shame, and despair. I would not want it to change.
Until next time.
basically getting that breathing room that I've been lacking for a while. Room to fill those spaces with things that I'm going to eventually toss out later. Quite the cycle isn't it? And with each cycle I learn to be more careful with what I fill my life with.
There is one thing I do differently from anyone else, however. See, I am one of the most cold-hearted people in the world. To cut anything out of my life whether it's a memory, a person, or a memory of a person (cornyness intended) is not difficult at all.
I have done it so many times that it has become quite effortless. I've heard some people tell me that they could never believe I was capable of that. I assure you, it's one of the biggest parts of me as well as the worst part of me. My ability to easily throw away things from my life with no remorse or regret is definitely something I'm not entirely proud of. Sure, it comes with it's own benefits, but the cons far outweigh them.
Will it change? I think not. It has helped me countless of times to avoid pain, suffering, regret, shame, and despair. I would not want it to change.
Until next time.