Lost and Forgotten

Spent the weekend sorting through a dozen boxes full of paperwork and trinkets from my past business endeavors. It was very therapeutic for me to browse these historical (re: hysterical) documents and read things that seem to have been written only yesterday. On the other hand, its disappointing when when you realize that the many great ideas that were eagerly shared with enthusiasm and energy ended up falling on deaf corporate ears.

Their legacy - they reside in a box full of pendaflex folders in one of many overcrowded, dusty garages. How many hundreds of thousands of similar boxes are scattered around the world with a similar destiny? I'm reminded of the final scene from Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark... the miles and miles of crates - sealed and never to be seen again.

Well, since I openly embrace change, I decided to "liberate" the material. Methodically, I went through box, each dog-eared manila folder, scanning for those documents that made me smile, shake my head and mutter. Those that didn't pass this emotional criteria, ended up in the recycle bin. The rest now live proudly clearly marked box now located in a freshly cleaned spot on a garage shelf. THESE are the "keepers". I don't know what I'm gonna do with them, but they are MY diamonds in the rough.