so, there was a little bit of a miscommunication between me and the crew that hauled off my life today... i said, DONT do the garage. but something was lost in the language barrier... when i got home... well, the garage was empty too.

i had about 200 dollars worth of shitty tools that i dont mind replacing, and theyll go to charity, so thats ok. but what really shocked me, is there were about 7 moving boxes full of... god knows what, shit i THINK i never unpacked from the last time i moved 12 years ago... and about 4 boxes of shit that was the detritus of abour 4 jobs (whenever i left a job, i usually just took the box of random office shit out of the trunk and put in on top of yet another box of random office shit)...

now, the simple fact that i cant name for you even ONE THING that was in those boxes should serve as an indicator that it needed to go. but... the difference is, with the stuff in the house, i KNEW what was going. i had a chance to make my peace with it... finding the garage empty and swept... well, that was kind of a shock.

but im over it. this is what i wanted, and as it turned out... everything really DID go :) which is probably for the best.

doing this (and having the shock of even more gone than you expected) really hammers home the whole point of what i am doing:

I AM MORE THAN MY STUFF. that the important things in my life are the people in it. other than my cat, there is nothing in this house that i cant live without. but i absolutely COULD NOT live without the people in my life that have been here for me, shared my experiences with me, know my history, care about me, and support me, every day, in a hundred small ways.

so really, i am thankful the garage got wiped out too... because it put a powerful, tangible bit of punctuation at the end of my old life... not a managed, sterile break, but a genuinely CLEAN break.

as usual, everything in my life works out to my greatest benefit. truly, among all men, i am most richly blessed.