divesting myself of the past

Finally had the time to sit down with a load of boxes in storage at my grandmother's place, mostly a lot of old books and ALL of my medical school notes, plus a lot of fan art from my Elfquest and Star Trek days.

The books weren't really hard to part with but some of the rest was. This is something I really wish my dad would understand and get the hell off my back about. He wants the stuff gone but he doesn't want me to have the time to do it nor allow me to do it because it's messing up his house. Okay it is but it's only for a few days while everything gets sorted and it's the ONLY way to get it done. And it would go a lot faster without him there hectoring me.

I did hang on to some of the fan art of my characters some of it because close friends did it but 90% went into the garbage and given the age of it, I'm sure my friends would want me to toss what I did keep.

The really hard stuff to toss were the medical school notes. It made it oh so very final that that part of my life is dead and gone and it hurt all over again. I ended up keeping things I might remotely teach some day. I would have kept it all but i had to force myself to toss it out. I was looking at the various literature reviews I did. I had vast quantities of literature on heroin addiction (makes sense given where I worked) fibromyalgia, ankle sprains and ballet injuries (I kept the latter two). On monday it all goes to the paper recycle (which isn't fast enough for dad who also doesn't want to let me use the freaking truck but knows it won't fit in the trunk of my car)