[Moving Zeal] Trashing Old Projects

My biggest source of clutter was all of the half-finished projects I never completed. I’ve learned to complete projects with this website, where I come up with an idea and publish an essay daily, but I’ve only just learned during this downsizing-move to finish or trash projects. Supergluing bolts onto a toy car was just a fun project, except, I never did the final steps to finish the project and display it properly. No more!

This project went into the trash, but it’s not good to trash everything.

In the future, when I come across “neat” ideas, like turning some unassuming car into a gnarly battle porcupine car, or something, I’ll be significantly more likely to figure out the execution and intention of the project. It’s great purpose-building something with the intention of gifting it to someone that will enjoy it, or if it’s going to be something nice you can display somewhere prominently, but it’s just going to take up space because it’s awkwardly incomplete and kinda weird, I’m only now starting to learn to quit those errant thoughts before they spiral out of control.

You’ve gotta hit rock bottom before you can bounce back.

If that means two fully-hoarded bedrooms and excessively-full basement, with over three months of near-daily downsizing, and keeping roughly half of your property – recycling, trashing, or donating the rest – then May 2018 was my hoarding rock bottom. I had so much stuff that I’m still surprised by what I’m uncovering even months in. It’s proven difficult for me to express the magnitude of this project to anyone new. Even here, although it seems like I’ve shared heaps about my personal life throughout these near-800 essays, I’ve omitted a majority of the specifics just out of privacy alone.

Still, I intend to share my mistakes, so others might not follow that path.

I salvaged that superglued car out of the trash, primarily after looking around online markets for resale values [without the glue, some commanded a respectable amount], and secondarily after getting advice from Collector: “I keep roughed up cars in a box or something. You can run them through the loops and smash them into each other without guilt.[1]” Although I trashed this project, the car still has some value, even if I hadn’t collected dozens of Hot Wheels toys over the years. I’ve thought of selling some of them frequently, but I never had the motivation or time.

Here’s the plan:

  • I’ll box them all up and sort through them after the move.
  • I’ll keep the ones that I like the most and sell the rest.

Even if I did sort through them all, I would’ve had to keep two collections going: keep and sell; unless I wanted to bulk sell, rather than learn the selling process, and have fun getting more money. There wouldn’t have been a point to donate them, which is subconsciously probably why I never did.

This project won’t become half-finished.

The space it all takes up is too valuable.

Quotes: [1] Collector, the voice of collecting reason throughout this move. If I lean too far into completely downsizing, he along with a few other friends are good about moderating that.
Sources: My personal experiences.
Inspirations: Filling up my recycle bin with an assortment of half-completed projects for weeks on end.
Related: Other Moving Zeal essays.
Photo: Explained in-line, but I excluded mentioning Hot Wheels in the essay proper because it was less about the toy or project itself and more about how I used to have many projects just sitting around waiting for that spark of interest to return to complete it.
Written On: February 24th [1 hour]
Last Edited: Slight revisions after completing the essay and finding it to be a little underwhelming on the 24th.

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