i.e. the continuation of the Mr. Big story, and the TEDx update. TEDxAustin, still has not posted their videos (which are kind of central to what I want to talk about...) so I'm waiting on those, and the Mr. Big story is taking a backseat because I feel like I need to purge about packing up my life and moving it to London.
Here's the thing about packing overseas, at least in our case. It's not 'let the movers come pack everything' and it's not 'store everything and start fresh' or 'sell everything and buy new' -- it's somewhere in between all of these.
What I have to decide with every single, tiny, item in this house is represented in this packing diagram:
But sometimes, there are things I want to give away, or toss, or they require an entirely different action, in the 'Do Something Else' category. For example, I have all of my *stuff* from my wedding that has needed to be put into a scrapbook or album of some kind. Uh...mind you, I was married over five years ago, but we are not going to talk about that...in any case, I sorted it and organized it but now it actually needs to be put into a scrap book. Awesome. One MORE thing to do while I'm packing my life up, taking an obscene amount of coursework, driving back and forth to New Orleans, writing papers, researching my dissertation -- and you know, having a drink once in awhile.
And each thing I pack requires a thought process, like, do I need this in the next year or more? Do I think I will still want it? Do I feel like I need this in London given the limited space? Do I want this now? Would someone else want this?
For every action, there is a re-action. For every item, there is a to - do list. Pack it. Donate it. Throw it away. Give it away. Make a damn scrapbook. So once the decision is made, I STILL have to do something about it.
Sometimes I just walk into a closet with the intention of tackling it, and I just wind up staring at it for twenty minutes feeling utterly crippled with indecision and then I turn around and go drink a bottle of wine.