Do it now ...

After years of corporate life, in both the public and private sectors, I am moving on to the wonderful land of ‘making it on my own’. Well, I hope it will be ‘making it on my own’ and not ‘unemployed and homeless’.

Four more working days at the office and then a couple of weeks of getting things sorted and I will be changing countries. No doing things by halves for me this time. This time I’m going to give my own business a shot. I’ve decided life is just too short not to spend it doing things that you love. The big question now, of course, is will anyone pay me to do the things I love?

At the moment though I’m not loving it so much, but I know that there is a reward ahead that makes all the sorting, packing, unpacking, repacking, disposing of, deciding to dispose of, reclaiming, etc. worthwhile. I hope so anyway. Because this process is draining. The ridiculous levels of attachment I have to things that are completely replaceable are really making me wonder. I’ve completely failed with reducing the amount of music I will carry to my next abode. I tried. I really tried. All that happened as I sorted through the hundreds of CDs was I remembered how wonderful they all are, and started listening to things I hadn’t listened to for years. And don’t get me started on the books.

Yet time is running out. The removal company is coming tomorrow to start the assessment process ... so, being an absolute master of procrastination, I chose this moment to update my blog ...

Do it now. Okay, I’m going. Now. Okay, okay ...

Saying goodbye to old friends

I know that autumn is almost here (well, not really, because in my book it is always summer in Dubai), but I am spring cleaning. Yes,the carpets are getting a beating, the curtains being cleaned - all those once a year tasks are happening. But this year I am doing something that I usually find myself unable to do ...

I am culling my book collection.

My lovely Concise Oxford English Dictionary talks about "reducing the population by selective slaughter". It sounds brutal and as I sort and select it feels like brutality.

How can I choose which books have to leave my shelves forever, and which get to stay? Why must I make this choice?

The second question is fairly easy to answer. I have six bookcases. After thinking long and hard I have decided that another bookcase is not really an option. I just don't have space for it unless I get rid of the sofa, the bed, the bath or something else which may prove useful. Also, walking across my bedroom has become a bit of a minefield as I navigate my way between piles of books, hoping that I don't accidentally knock over one of the tottering high rises.

Seriously, it's time to find homes for the new and to send some of the old to a new home.

As I look at each book in my collection, the flashflood of memories is overwhelming. I remember where and when I bought most of them. Can I really bear to part with them even if I know they are going to a good home? (Our office runs a book collection - people pay 5 dirhams to borrow a book and the money goes to charity.)

How can I decide?

1. Books that have been given to me must remain. They are dearly loved not merely for their content, but for the thoughtfulness of the giver
2. Books that I have disposed of before, and then re-bought deserve to stay. It's unreasonable to expect me to buy them a third time and if I needed them twice, I'm sure to need them again
3. Books by my favourite authors continue their residence on my shelves. Even if they're not my favourites sometimes I need to look at them again
4. Books ...

Okay, so deciding which ones should stay and which should go is proving difficult. This is no small task.

Maybe I'll beat another carpet instead.