Simple Pleasures, #6
And now I want to tell you about one of my favorite past times. It makes me feel GOOD. It makes me feel liberated, as though I may actually be helping someone, and tends to unclutter my 950 square foot house. Yes, three of us, and now almost four, live in that small space. One bathroom. One. But I digress. I’m talking about getting rid of things. It’s something I find necessary (see above mini-rant about lack of space). I keep one of those huge tupperware boxes in my house at all times, and when it gets super full of things I’m not using, I haul it on out to the car and empty it at the nearby Salvation Army. Aaaah. Less things. How do you determine what to get rid of? I have a little bit of a regimen. If I haven’t worn an item of clothing in a year (excluding sentimental things my grandma handed down), it’s going in the bin. If my child hasn’t played with it pretty much since it landed in the house, it’s out. If I have no use for it and there is no sentimental value, if I have more than one of a particular item… gone! Done! Git!!! I’ll let you in on a secret. Oh, wait, it’s not a secret. I won’t take up the nice positive blog posting here ranting about how I wish Colby practiced the same ousting of things, but DAMN I wish that he did. For real, our back yard looks like Sanford and Son. There, I have no jurisdiction about what comes… and never leaves. But inside this house of mine, I tell you what! You may not be able to tell- because lawd knows there is a lot of crap in it- but it really and truly does give me immense joy to get rid of things. In fact, I think I’ll start going through some of those little girl baby clothes tomorrow. Anybody expecting a girl???
