I read in one of my minimalism groups, on FB , that several people had gotten rid of their yearbooks. I was aghast!! I mean, extra spatulas are one thing, but yearbooks?? NO! They are important repositories of all my precious memories! How would I ever remember my HS or college years, without those tomes?? (And no, I wasn’t drinking then!)
But hey, I figured, why not just get ’em out, and take a look!! Stroll down memory lane, reminiscing. Couldn’t hurt.
So, I started with my sophmore year of college, ’81.
(SEU’s new sports team name.)
Why that particular year? No rhyme or reason really, it just happened to be on the top of the stack, is all. I found a few wonderful memories. 1 very unexpected find, was a napkin from Aunt Cindy, and Uncle Mo’s wedding! March 20, 1981.
And a tiny square of toilet paper. Whaaaaa?? (TP has ALWAYS been extremely important!!) Obviously I hadn’t even opened this volume in the last 36 years!! So exactly what was so precious then?? Hmmmmm 36 years is a long time to haul around a heavy book like that, and not even crack it open!
To my surprise, I couldn’t even remember 90% of the people who signed it! Tom? Tom who?? There were 4 Tom’s that year!
So, I ripped out the few pages that held meaning for me, people who I could remember!
Annnnnd trashed the yearbook, with tears in my eyes. I.Could.Not.Even.Believe.Myself!!
After the first one, #2 & 3 were easy to go thru, and let go, after ripping out a few pgs.
Back in time to senior year of HS. Surely this one is jammed packed with my glorious exploits, and my dearest friends forever!
Nope. Only about 6 pgs even appealed to me to keep. I thumbed thru the student photos, briefly recalling some of the names, and faces, with a smile. But quickly came to the realization that, contrary to my expectations, I only really felt still connected with a few.
That one was filed in #13 as well, with no qualms whatsoever.
This kind of heavy sentimental de-cluttering would have been completely unthinkable 3 years ago, when I started.
But now I’ve gone and done it. And I don’t regret it, even a week later. 4 less heavy books weighing me down.