Buried

As I sift through more of my junk room this morning, I find myself wondering: Where did I get all this crap?? The truly sad thing is that when I look at this stuff, I realize that very little of it is actually crap. Most of it actually serves a purpose in my life.

So far, I've found materials for planning a golf tournament, community band stuff (some of which really needs to be returned to its proper home), a mound of trombone stuff, 3 boxes that I brought home from my desk at Lubbock High, and some binders of old music theory and history handouts and notes that I should probably start looking through so that I don't bomb my placement tests in August.

As I found more and more stuff that I can't get rid of, two questions came to mind: Am I spreading myself too thin? and Where am I going to put all this crap that I can't get rid of?