Monday, September 15, 2008

Clearing a Space

I moved cubes at work a few weeks ago.  I was sitting right in front of the door and when I started all this self discovery, soul searching “stuff” I decided it was time to change my location.  I couldn’t get anything done.  I was too busy answering the door, answering questions and telling everyone to have a nice day.  Screw that, I moved.
At first I only moved my computer. Then I decided I needed a few things, so I moved them over as well.  Then I decided I would just move everything to the new cube. 
But I noticed something.  I noticed that I had a lot of stuff at my desk.  I had 3 or 4 picture frames.  I had more toys than I knew what to do with, I had collections and magnets and…the list just kept going. 
I decided I had enough.  There is a chance, as there always is, that I will get laid off.  It’s not a big chance, it’s not a likely chance, but it is chance none the less.  And I realized, with all this stuff at my desk, at my cube, there was no way I could ever leave gracefully.  I would have load after load of belongings.  I would have to bring a car to work and pack all my stuff into the car to get it all home.
And that’s just depressing. 
I want to be more mobile than that.  I want to be able to pack everything into a bag and just say, “see ya” and leave it at that.  I want to be mobile and free. 
I’ve been bringing stuff home.  I don’t know that anyone from work has noticed that my personal belongings have severely diminished – if they have they haven’t said anything. 
But I’ve noticed the change.  I feel a lot lighter knowing that all that stuff isn’t at my desk.  Knowing that I could fit everything into one bag – the bag I have at work – bring it home and be done with the whole adventure.  Ready for the new adventure that’s just around the corner. 
Regardless of what happens, I feel a lot better with a clearer space.