Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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beladona Memorial Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
In 1066, Edward the Confessor of England dies without an heir. The problems of succession are often said to have led to the Norman Conquest.
In personal history [thank you Facebook]:
2008 – my mother was settling in at the assisted care facility, Margaret [her cousin’s wife] had taken over managing all of her affairs, and all of her boxes and possessions were moved from our apartment. I packed everything so carefully…. But most of her stuff ended up at the Salvation Army. Someone found an authentic WWI doughboy helmet that belonged to Grandpop Riley. The red maple hope chest that I always loved and coveted was also given to them. and inside was Mom’s engagement ring and about $200 of antique silver dollars. I often regret letting go of both of those things, but I felt Mom would go ballistic if she noticed they were missing, so I let them go. And Mom was never totally convinced that I didn’t keep the helmet….
2009 – the cardiologist released me, the ablation performed in December was successful.
So… I have a 2nd bedroom in my apartment. Not that it has any furniture in it – it is used for storage – and the goal is to clear it out completely so that I can downsize to a one bedroom apartment with the subsequent savings in rent costs. Translated that means I have created a Disaster Area full of boxes and “stuff”, as well as some much-needed closet space. This past weekend, rather to my surprise, I went in and actually worked [which actually means I broke down the boxes that were starting to build up and got rid of an old ironing board of my mother’s that I finally replaced] as I put away the Christmas decorations.
It probably was a coincidence that I watched a marathon on Hoarders later in the night, right? As I looked about at what I was holding onto, I found myself wondering what it was that made it so hard to let these things go? Like the people on the show, I find myself saying “but I[or someone] might use/need that one day” or “those are memories you’re trying to get rid of”, as I assign far more value to the objects than they intrinsically possess. Granted sentimentality adds value – and therein lies the catch when it comes to going through a pile of stuff. I often envy those folks on TV who have someone to come in, lay it all out and help them go through it, haul it off for them, then clean the space and put in shelving, etc for storage. What a sweet deal that is to be sure!
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