I didn’t feel like I made a dent even after spending nearly two hours packing. It’s frustrating because while I’ve still got time to get everything moved out, I want to be further along than I am. It’s not like writing an essay, where after a certain point, I can call it done. Let’s explore that sensory overload anxiety so I can figure out how to circumvent that before returning for another round of packing.
This photo holds the answer.
The colorful cacophony of characters coalesces into a chaotic collage that’s just too much to fully consider. What goes where? The more effort I spend thinking about which box a certain toy goes into, the more exhausted I become, as would anyone, because we only have so much mental concentration. It would be easier if I were to just dump everything into random boxes to deal with later, but at least for now, I want to have some semblance of sanity. But why? Is it because I’ll imagine the evening after work, some six months from now, where I’ll look in dread at these large boxes of random action figures to sort through? How will I even sort through them?
Here’s a glimpse into my thought process:
I want to keep all the LEGO stuff in one area that’s easy to find. I should have some box to easily denote them. Right now, one box is in a generic box. I want one, maybe two, large boxes. One for the sets and large stuff, the other for loose stuff. But I also need to address these random toys. And the ones I want to sort by series. Oh, and there are other boxes that I haven’t opened since, really, I last moved. I should check those to make sure there aren’t any relevant toys to add to any of these collections. Now, let me punctuate this paragraph by saying these thoughts were happening all at once.
It’s difficult to focus on everything simultaneously like that.
So, instead, I need to focus next on picking off the easy tasks. The LEGO and the series stuff can wait. That requires more thought. The random toys can just be that: anything throughout the entirety of my living space that is random or wouldn’t easily fit in with another set. There’s no penalty for getting this wrong, either. It will just be more difficult to find later on, but that’s not a terrible thing. Even if every box ends up being random, then I’ll address the stress of matching like objects later.
For now, it’s just packing them for easy moving.
By the time this essay publishes, I’ll have pretty much everything packed up and moved into storage. Transportation will be the big thing. Next will be cataloging and considering that’s been a bane of my hoarding nature, I doubt I’ll fix that over the course of this evening. So I shouldn’t worry about that.
Instead, I need to return to packing more stuff.
|Sources: My personal experiences.|
|Inspirations: A certain overwhelming stress that was encouraging me to go to sleep several hours before I was ready. It was a mental fatigue that I realized through this essay was chasing after perfection.|
|Related: Other Moving Zeal essays.|
|Photo: Too much information to soak in… right?|
|Written On: November 30th [24 minutes]|
|Last Edited: First draft; final draft.|