This morning I cleaned out two personal double file cabinets, four desk drawers, six dresser drawers, six baskets in the closet and man oh man, do I feel Organized now.
What I noticed amid the collection of art brushes unused for some time now, office supplies, end runs of stationery, rubber stamps, and obsolete files dating back to a dial up account with AT&T, and the service manual for a refrigerator that died two years ago, was that I have files with writing tucked here and there.
It all began this morning with a search for one particular document, a binder I never found, however it ended with a satisfying sense of Order. The classifying kind of cleaning makes me feel more mental space, like clearing a room for a dance.
I didn’t interrupt my archeological sort to read any of my old writing, but I will delve into it, now that I’m aware. I wonder if it will be disappointing or interesting? Simply layers of sediment or prompt new work, perhaps. It awaits me. My past, some bits of it recorded. Some thoughts and attempts.