One of the things I've learned about the accumulation of personal property is that it occurs slowly but incessantly over a long period of time. Its not like we go from a zen-like empty house to a cluttered disaster in a few weeks. The stuff sees to creep in and take up residence slowly...hiding in our closets and drawers and perhaps out in plain sight until one day we look around and say..."Where did all this crap come from?"
After coming home last night, passing out from fatigue and then waking up somewhat refreshed this morning, I am suddenly feeling that stuff is making its way back into my space. I'm not happy about it.
My desk is a shambles. The amine DVD's I picked up at last nights auction for my daughter sit by the TV. I also picked up a cheap blender since I didn't have one...but I seem to have survived without this bulky piece of kitchen machinery for the better part of a year...what made me suddenly need one...? I'm looking at the shoes scattered on my floor with utter dismay. I have six pairs? Why? My daughter and I decided to take on a project and build a cool floor lamp that resembles one I saw while vacationing in NYC...Now I have another lamp. I now see 4 lamps in the living room.... No...I'm not pleased with myself.
Folks that know me think that minimalism comes easy. Not in our society it doesn't. Despite the fact that being an auctioneer exposes me to people who have an accumulation problem, which generally keeps me on track....sometimes the fact that items can be purchased for a comparatively small amount of money at auction makes buying them attractive...whether I need them or not. So...being an auctioneer can be a double edged sword.
Usually, when I look around and find that the state of disarray is intolerable I will begin the periodic eviction process for my unwanted material guests in earnest. That day is coming soon. I feel it.
