Did I say "Out with the Old"?

Alright, I'm having a rough time parting with my DVDs.  There are a few boxed sets and collector's editions that I feel are close to my heart.  But the fact of the matter is, they're not.  If there was a fire, the DVDs are furthest from my mind.  Interestingly enough, I would grab my portable electronics (after ensuring the family was out safe and assuming I wasn't searching for them, I can nab them on my way out).  In my imaginary world, I grab my nook e-reader, my mp3 player and my portable hard drive.  They all happen to be in one bag by the nearest door in case of such an emergency.  Ahh, fantasy.  Now to purchase those items and make this thing happen!

Okay, back to the DVDs.  I love some of the movies.  I feel like I'm part of some of them.  As if selling them off is selling a part of my soul.  How can I do that?  Reality check.  It's not.  They are things and my life will be fine without them.  In fact, my soul will be lighter and richer.  And, honestly, I can download all those movies and keep them on that portable hard drive I so desire (which will also hold all my important information scans and pictures).  Okay, let's be honest, that's what our lives and information is leading.  To portable centers of personal information.  The hard drive is an excellent example.  And, to be honest, the nook and mp3 player could be left behind as well - I'm certain my music and books would also be stored on the hard drive.  Fine.  I would grab that one thing.

Alright, it's settled.  I'm going to suck it up and sell them off.  Lighten my load.  Free myself just a bit tonight.  And, to all who have bought me DVDs in the past.  I love you.  I loved the gifts.  I'm doing this for me and my sanity.  *kisses!*