I spring-clean every three months, especially the areas in my house where I am bound to accumulate things -- my shoe closet and work space. I clean, segregate, and purge. I used to do this only once or twice a year (spring cleaning, that is), but I realized that I could hoard so many things in just six months. There was a time I gave away about 40 pairs of shoes. The horror. So now, if I don't touch something for straight three months, that means, I do not need it. I either throw them or give them away. I don't really need much (well, except shoes).
Look what I found while spring cleaning? Old things I thought I'd thrown away. I can't even imagine I held on to these. On the left are some of my final grades in college (those are major subjects). I realized most of my grades were between 1.5-1.8, except maybe in Theology and other minor subjects (I got flat ones there) and mathematics (hello, 2.5)! I realized, too, that I didn't do so bad considering I wasn't a very diligent student. I spent most of my time on the streets (joining a rally), or in the school paper, or traveling on a student conference or something, or on rehearsals for whatever stage play I was part of.
On the right are some of my work IDs and conference nametags I started accumulating when I was 25. I have more tucked away in a shoebox. Now, I don't know what to do with them. Roy (a brother by choice) said I should keep them. "One of the very good things to feed the nostalgia," he said.
I found a lot of certificates, too, which I'd long forgotten. They all reminded me of the short courses I had taken -- microsoft, html programming, marketing (my group won first place in the final assignment), fine arts, communications, etc. I love to learn new things. And if I had all the time in the world, I probably had taken more courses.
Well, I guess, I'm going to keep all these as, perhaps, proof that I did something worthwhile, that I existed, that I didn't just waste my time, that I was brave enough to chase after my dreams.