Reboot

On Sunday I threw a shit fit. I threw it because I've been under a whole lot of pressure lately and felt like I had absolutely no control over the things in my life.

This wasn't helped by the collected crap in my room. Uni notes, boxes of crap, clothes I never wear, stuff I own but hide in the corner behind the couch... it all had to go.

Not to mention my dresser and bookshelf look suspiciously like a Smurf barfed on them.

Essentially there is not a single piece of furniture in my room I am proud of. That needs to change, pronto.

I'm 27, I'm a working professional. I have a social life and friends. I live in a house with other working professionals. It's time to stop living like a damn student and time to start taking charge of my life... beginning with my room.

So right now I am in clean up phase - digital stuff that has been lying around on CD is going onto a hard drive, stuff I don't need or use is being thrown out. I've got permission to borrow the office shredder over the weekend to get rid of all the papers I've collected over the years (there are power bills from as far back as 2005...) and I'm starting to think about what my room and my life would look like if I took back some control.

The last week has been all about change and goals. This will continue until... well, until I'm not living in a jumble of things found, gifted and scrounged. I want to live in an environment of things I love, that make me happy... not things I happen to have acquired.