Ok, I’ll admit it. I’m a bit of a hoarder. Not to the extent of needing an outrageous TLC episode dedicated to me, but more like my room is always a cluttered mess and I can never ever get rid of anything. I have a box filled with Frisbees and Mardi Gras beads and other free crap I’ve gotten from parades my whole life.
The goal for the summer is to be a minimalist, or at least pretend to be. I want to go through everything in my room and get rid of things I don’t need, most especially the things that were left behind when I scurried off to school. Basically, say adios to everything that’s been collecting dust and taking up space all my life.
Since my bookshelves are running out of space for new friends, I thought they would be a good place to start minimalizing.
This isn’t just for me, it’s for the world: if I get rid of books, I can sell them online or even give some of them away. And then, once there’s room and I don’t need to have books shoved two rows deep on these feeble shelves, I can buy new books with all the money I make from selling my old ones! Everyone wins (But mostly me).
At least, that’s what was going through my head before I started clearing off the shelves.
I only found six books I’d be able to part with. One of them is the manual for my fancy shmancy calculator I was required to have in high school. The others are odd books from junior high that I don’t even remember owning and therefore wouldn’t miss. Oh, and a battered copy of Seabiscuit that I stabbed and ripped and scribbled all over while we read it in my sophomore year English class. I really hated that horse. He went straight to the recycling bin.
Note: the Smart Girl’s Guide to Boys was a book given to me when I was 15, maybe 16. It is geared toward girls just hitting puberty. It talks about how to deal with hormones, touching, peer pressure, etc. My life has clearly always been a joke to everyone around me.
On the bright side, I found four books buried in the back that I don’t even remember buying and certainly don’t remember reading. Now I can hop to that whole Super Summer Reading thing I’ve been dreaming about for months.
So, what about you? What do your bookshelves look like? Can you ever find the ability to part with books, or do you hold onto them for ages even if you never intend to read them again?