Shedding

Material possessions weigh down your soul. I've been experiencing this truth for years. I've been experiencing it because I've been carrying a lot of crap around with me and all it's done is give me more to worry about. When am I going to use that? Why do I keep it? On and on.

In 1981 I got a job as an electronics technician. When I left the company to move to Sacramento I took a few keepsakes. I was excited about my new powers as an electronics dude and wanted supplies. I've been carrying three small industrial DC power supplies around with me ever since. I figured I'd one day wire up a work bench with a 12V circuit to aid in fixing automotive electronics. Never happened. I've finally decided that if it ever does, I will get fresh supplies and not bother using shit that's thirty five years old. Finally. They go to the e-waste pile.

I could try and sell them but that's always such a damn hassle.

There are also some Christmas light strings that probably predate World War II. E-Waste.

In the picture is also my first cell phone. I'm keeping that sucker. I remember how my wife guilted my dad into paying for it as a safety benefit for his grandchildren, who were five-ish at the time and often strapped into the back seat of our Jeep. Yeah, same one I drive today. But I'm not keeping it to remember that. Just because it's an early example of disruptive technology. Same reason, in other words, I still have an Apple ][ boxed away somewhere.

I'm shedding, or trying to. It's easier if I can document it somehow.