Today is a super special day here at my blog. It is 200th post day.
We are going to crank on some tunes and party like we haven’t in a while. Okay, well, yeah you got me; we did party kinda hard for my birthday a few months back. But who doesn’t like a good keep St. Patrick’s Day rolling party?
Let’s put on some funky shimmy music and go for it. Oh, take your time and finish whatever green beer or shots you’ve got left. When you are done, we’ll be waiting for you below. Listen to Prince’s Party Up (warning: scantily clad, revolutionary man alert)
Making it to 200 posts is pretty cool for a blog that started with I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m going to do it anyway intentions. Then morphed into stare at navel ramblings, found some footing via sharing an addiction others like and rounded the corner to hitting some topics that resonated with readers.
Along the past year and a half, I’ve had moments of blog silence due to workload (ugh, not recommended), considered stopping when I fell into the “what’s my voice” pit and watched the blogs of others take off with zillions of followers, comments and link love. And I’m here to tell you it is all good. Blogging–like life–is not a race. Consider me the little blogger that could. I’ll keep sharing nuggets from my corner of world if you promise to keep my quirks our secret. Can do? Cool. 😉
In my wanderings last night, I started making a “things I kinda need to get at” spring cleaning list. You know—the projects and clutter that need to be cleared out to make way for summer. There are some to-be-read book stacks that I need to funnel onto the shelves. A bag of laundry that started growing when I was sick. Writing magazines I’ve missed getting to. I’ll even admit to still having two piles of summer clothes that never made it down in the cedar trunk.
Also on the list again is the metal shelf housing the trinkets of a childhood past–some with decades of life on them. The contents of the shelf and nearby crate of records come up each year as I consider the space it takes up and better method of storage since the constant dust is killing them.
A sampling of my wares:
I even wonder if I should still be storing the items. Wouldn’t taking and keeping a picture work just as well? I mean, it’s not like I’m going to play with them again or let anyone else. There is nothing more than sentimental value attached. Maybe there something to having a tangible feel.
What items are you still holding on to from childhood? Is it for their financial value or associated memories? What is your process for deciding what to keep and what to part with?