Lately, I’ve been feeling like a kept woman — kept by my Stuff, that is. After a bout of sickness that forced me to stare at my Stuff day in, day out, I am tired of looking at it. I’ve gone on one of those purging rampages that I’m not proud of. And after a morning of sorting and looking and piling and boxing up, I still have Stuff everywhere.
It makes me mad. Isn’t that silly? I’m mad at my Stuff because I don’t want to look at it anymore, but I can’t bear to part with some of it, and I can’t find places for the rest. Which, naturally, means that there’s too much of it.
I need a break. So I figured now was an excellent time to remind myself that I am not my Stuff. Please bear with me for a moment here.
Who am I?
I am Christine. I really am a know-it-all, but I’m learning to like that part of me. I like riding my bike, writing, Lily snuggles. I’m 24 with a dry sense of humor and no tolerance for bullshit and exclusionary language. Going green informs every aspect of my life right now. These things are me: they don’t require a lot of Stuff: bike, pen, paper, puppy, library access.
Who I am not
I am not the pile of five boxes in front of the office bookcase, waiting to be sorted through. I am not the closet full of games and movies that we use occasionally, nor the trunk of spare blankets, nor the box of winter coats that I went through earlier. And I am most definitely not the books overflowing from the bookshelves — they may represent things I like or know, but they are not my knowledge; that’s in my head.
What you won’t see me doing
shopping for clothes at Wal-Mart
buying something without lots of thought
eating veal, foie gras, processed foods
What you may not believe about me
I love temporary tattoos
I am participating in NaNoWriMo this year for the first time ever, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to win
I can eat a pint of ice cream in approximately forty minutes — less, if I’ve had a bad day
My desk is a mess right now
I work three different jobs on top of blogging
I blub on a regular basis at movies, books, songs, photos, novel ideas, headaches, puppy snuggles
The guys at the bike shop know me by name because I’ve gone in with so many questions
What’s coming next
I am going to finish this ridiculous decluttering/cleaning process, bring the Stuff to Goodwill, and get on with my life. Because hey: life is not about Stuff. And neither am I.
It makes me mad. Isn’t that silly? I’m mad at my Stuff because I don’t want to look at it anymore, but I can’t bear to part with some of it, and I can’t find places for the rest. Which, naturally, means that there’s too much of it.
I need a break. So I figured now was an excellent time to remind myself that I am not my Stuff. Please bear with me for a moment here.
Who am I?
I am Christine. I really am a know-it-all, but I’m learning to like that part of me. I like riding my bike, writing, Lily snuggles. I’m 24 with a dry sense of humor and no tolerance for bullshit and exclusionary language. Going green informs every aspect of my life right now. These things are me: they don’t require a lot of Stuff: bike, pen, paper, puppy, library access.
Who I am not
I am not the pile of five boxes in front of the office bookcase, waiting to be sorted through. I am not the closet full of games and movies that we use occasionally, nor the trunk of spare blankets, nor the box of winter coats that I went through earlier. And I am most definitely not the books overflowing from the bookshelves — they may represent things I like or know, but they are not my knowledge; that’s in my head.
What you won’t see me doing
shopping for clothes at Wal-Mart
buying something without lots of thought
eating veal, foie gras, processed foods
What you may not believe about me
I love temporary tattoos
I am participating in NaNoWriMo this year for the first time ever, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to win
I can eat a pint of ice cream in approximately forty minutes — less, if I’ve had a bad day
My desk is a mess right now
I work three different jobs on top of blogging
I blub on a regular basis at movies, books, songs, photos, novel ideas, headaches, puppy snuggles
The guys at the bike shop know me by name because I’ve gone in with so many questions
What’s coming next
I am going to finish this ridiculous decluttering/cleaning process, bring the Stuff to Goodwill, and get on with my life. Because hey: life is not about Stuff. And neither am I.
