Seemingly busy

September 1, 2002 *

A while back, I had made an entry about my days seeming to be so busy. I know that I felt busy then, and now I'm feeling more stressed than busy. (But busy nonetheless).

In the last week, I've been going through TONS and TONS of old papers -- ranging from elementary school projects to High School homework to notes passed between friends to art work through the years to .... you name it. I'm such a pack-rat when it comes to these things. I just think SO many things are important, that I can't bear to part with them.

I've had some major brain drains this past week. I've gone through a box a night (more or less) of papers from my past, trying desperately to let some stuff go. I told myself that if I didn't remember WHY I had it, or WHAT it reminded me of, I didn't need to keep it. And then there were all those "gray area" things... old artwork that I didn't remember making, yet it was still there. I guess to show my artistic progress? I don't know, but I again, kept them. :(

So, why the brain drain?

Try recalling so many times in your life, just by getting a skim-through of something and then moving on to the next memory. Yikes! It causes for lots of brain activity, in those dusty cob-weby places.

I haven't written in a long time because after doing so much memory stuff, I don't want to have to REMEMBER it to write about it. Ack! I'm getting exhausted from just thinking about all the work I've done lately.

Today, on the other hand, was used for searching for rummage sale things. Do you remember the big Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles craze? Well, I do and then some, thanks to finding wads and wads of merchandise in my old bedroom closet. The house was so dusty from going through all these things that Mom and I were taking turns being the resident sneezer! Oh my!

I think I better post this before I ramble on too much more. Thanks for being patient on the updating frequency. :)

Carisa

Happy idea for today:
writing poetry no one will see (p. 550)

(From: 14,000 things to be happy about. by Barbara Ann Kipfer)

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