About once a year, I shed my skin. (Att: Portable Fans: This story is where the line comes from)
It is palpable, completely necessary, and very important to me.
Sunday I commented to Christina as to my frustration as of late; not feeling creative enough, being under a lot of pressure, stress etc. And feeling like my space (as it were) is just disorganized and unclean.
This carried forward into the night and culminated with me losing almost all of my sleep (I may have slept an hour). It was that half sleep thing: you’re asleep but you know you’re asleep. It was restless and draining.
So, it was time.
I called in sick from exhaustion, and after sleeping til about 9:30, I woke up and immediately began dismantling and removing all unnecessary items from studio. I went in to the closet and removed ALL of my clothes. Went in to my 2nd closet (this one is used for storage) and began removing all items not archived in an orderly fashion.
Went into my file cabinet and just began removing all files more than 4 years old.
All of this went into the living room. It looked like a hurricane relief center (I’m from Orlando, so that’s what it reminded me of).
Christina was in Upland STILL tying up loose ends regarding her mother’s death, so I had this ALL…TO…MYSELF.
I only put back in the clothes closet what I wore regularly. The rest=Goodwill.
I took the contents of several boxes and distilled it down to one.
I archived all of the files from the filing cabinet.
I cleaned.
3 large Garbage bags filled, two boxes and many clothes for Goodwill and 10 hours later, I was done.
The studio room, where the guitars sit on their stands, now has a floor.
Making a trip to Goodwill this afternoon.
And THANK GOD, this is done, cause I needed it.
Chance
