Okay, now I’m being weird!
Mariel and I are trying to get rid of everything (or at least greatly reduce the stuff) we own so that we can sell the house in a couple years and then live in an RV full time. If you’ve read her last blog article you’ll know that we’ve started selling our stuff. So I decided to help her out some.
I decided to empty out one of the kitchen cabinets of our coffee mugs in the hope that we could sell them too. I mean we have a lot. What you see in the picture isn’t even all of them! But here’s the odd thing. We seem to be emotionally attached to some of these mugs and are having a bit of a resistance to getting rid of some of them.
A couple in particular are my navy mugs. I have two mugs (one from the USS Lapon and another from the USS Seawolf) that I got while serving on those two submarines. They have my name, rank, and rating (at the time I was serving on board) imprinted on them. Now if you know me much at all, you know that I really disliked my career and the navy in general. So, why do I care about these stupid pieces of ceramic? I don’t like what they represent — several years of my life doing a job I pretty much detested.
It doesn’t stop there, I also have a small box of stuff from my past. One of the items in that box is a notebook of assignments from one of my high school classes. The biology class was taught by a Mr. Jonas and he had us keep all of our assignments in a notebook. I still have that notebook – THIRTY FIVE years later! Now, I really enjoyed that class; but really now… it’s a bunch of papers that I look at about every ten years. Why am I saving it? It’s not like I have children (or anyone else) that will want to savor my educational history when I’m dead.
I’m sure some psychologist/psychic/psycho (aren’t they all the same thing) will have an answer to that; but what these thoughts have pointed out to me is “get over it.” So, I’ll be throwing away and/or selling these inanimate objects. They are not what matters – what matters is living my life in the now with my lovely wife.