So I'm a scrooge. I had a thought the other day. I thought, "What would I do if my house burnt down with everything in it but my family was safe?" Surprisingly, my feelings were almost euphoric. I realized that I would love it if my house burnt down. Sure, it would be hard finding a new place to sleep especially since it's winter, but We wouldn't have anything except the clothes on our bodies. Imagine that. Nothing but the clothes on your back. I was excited. I thought, what can I get rid of? Well, it turns out that I can't get rid of much, since most of it is my wife's, but I'm going through my stuff and giving a lot away.
I'm not doing anything drastic like burning my house down, or giving away my computer. After all, If I didn't have my computer I couldn't blog (and we all know how terrible that would be). But I'm slimming down a little on possessions. Books that I've had sitting on my bookshelf that I will never read..out the door. Clothes that I never wear...gone. Old paperwork that does me no good...hasta la vista. Really the only things that I couldn't replace would be my stories or scripts, but luckily I have them backed up on Google Documents.
I will however keep a core number of books for when my kids start asking or seriously reading.
So that's it, I'm a scrooge. I don't want anything for Christmas.
Except for.....
