Spring cleaning
I'm doing a major clean-up/purge of my junk at home, and as I sift through everything, I'm having a royal procession down memory lane. I'm finally throwing out the last of my study notes from my BCom degree, over a decade old now. I never regret having moved into IT but I do often have a slightly bittersweet feeling when I think that there were good things about the profession I originally trained for, that I do miss.
What makes it hard to throw away some of these old notes, which I know I'll never need or use again, is just remembering the amount of sweat and effort I put into them. So neat, so tidy, so unlike the half-hearted scrawls that pass as my study notes these days. I want to keep those old notes as a reminder of my former uber-diligent obsessive-compulsive self, but ultimately, they're just wasting space. It's time to Let Them Go.
I will say this, though. I think in our modern world of computers, printers, scanners, keyboards and mice and monitors, we've gained convenience and all sorts of good things, but we've also lost something. The bland uniformity of fonts can't match the expressiveness of handwriting, the bland percussive smoothness of typing on a keyboard and clicking mouse buttons just isn't the same as the tactile magic of writing, and working with paper.
Sounds rather naff, I know. But still.
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