House cleaning is a misnomer in my home. With a little bit of imagination and a little bit of coffee, I can organize and pile and, in some unfortunate cases, horde with the best of them.
Trying to find a healthy balance between things that I actually need and perceive that I might need in the future has been one of the things that I've struggled with my entire life. How does one put a value on future use?
There is something to be said for the spartan lifestyle. Actually, its one of the things that I admire in my fiance, Sean. He has the ability to put things in a bag and throw them away. I have a collection of small bric-a-brak from my life that I cannot seem to bear even the thought of letting go.
Sure, things happen. New jobs, new venues, new opportunities, births, deaths, mortages, loans, sculptures, stories, capers and more... but for some reason, I have trouble throwing away things that really aren't important. Why do I need to keep certain things and can live without calling the important people in my life?
Maybe things don't let you down? There is no way for a book to break your heart, is there? At least, not by sitting on the shelf collecting dust. There is always the possibility for heartbreak or distrust or horrible catastrophe with people.
I think that the same reason I enjoy doing hair and the whole cosmetology thing is because, in small doses and for short periods of time, I can be a positive influence on how a person feels about the world and their place in it. I can make people feel beautiful, if even for a moment, and I don't have to worry about them hurting me.