Hoo boy. Aside from memorizing that dang poem, this is the only one of these challenges that's actually been something like hard work. I am a pack rat and it's high time I ditched some of this junk.
What junk, you ask? The Art of Manliness says to focus on things like books, papers, mail, and clothes, but I also paid attention to useless things like cheap toys and gewgaws and stuff that just takes up space. I combed through the apartment and I found this crap:
- piles upon piles of old receipts
- an empty key ring
- miscellaneous plastic tools
- a heap of old Airplane Owners & Pilots Association magazines
- two or three wrinkled, ripped old Seoul tour maps
- heaps of ticket stubs, travel brochures, and maps from cities across Asia
- my derelict Nook
- some fatuous Diversity Amid Globalization textbook
- tax forms in need of sorting
- my old blaze orange travel wallet with the Norwegian flag
- a much-abused trail map of Bukhansan National Park
- an unread copy of Sky & Telescope magazine I picked up in a Korean bookstore ages ago
- a plastic bag of dead AA batteries
...and plenty more besides. So I bagged it all up and got it out of the apartment. Or at least I will, when I figure out where I'm supposed to get rid of batteries. And I kind of want to burn my old receipts instead of releasing them into that fraud-stricken world.
But the point is that I feel much better. I do feel like a more organized and less cluttered person now. I went ahead and re-folded and reorganized all the clothes in my closet while I was at it, and it's all squeaky-clean. It's strange what a little tidying up will do for one's psyche.
Now if only it would help me write the climax of Novel #3...
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