So. I'm ending the year facing my office of shame and working my way through a lifetime of notebooks, planners, print-outs, and STUFF. Stuff I cannot see anymore because, hey, I'm blind. And, it's not like I don't know that. And it's not like I can read any of this STUFF anymore. But, I didn't expect it be harder than giving away all my books and it took me *years* to accept I couldn't see print anymore and give up my books.
But, at least those were going to good homes. To people who would love them and enjoy them as much as I did. This is all shredding and rending and destruction and recycling. It's not about "scanning stuff in to cut down on physical clutter". It's another big slap of reality in my face. It's grieving. It's letting go, one more time, of the person, and the author, I used to be.
You'd think I'd be familiar with that by now. But every new step on this journey of sight loss has its own lesson to teach, whether I'm ready or not. On the upside, I'm hoping this clearing will free up room and mental space for creativity and clarity going into the new year, which is why I started this project in the first place. I just didn't expect it to be so tough.
Do you have an office/corner/craft area of shame you haven't been able to face? How do you think you'd feel if you finally cleared it out?
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