Today marks a couple really big milestones. First of all, this is my 200th post. I think that is a pretty big deal, especially since the lion’s share of them started December 4th when I jumped headlong into this rabbit hole.
The second HUGE accomplishment is that today I purged my 3650th item, thus achieving my initially stated goal.
How do I feel?
Writing every day has been transformational. I can’t put into words why it means so much to me, but it feels good to give voice to all the craziness in my head and to share the things that tickle me. It makes me feel less alone.
As a bonus, it has affected my relationship with my father in a way that heals me. I feel like he knows me better than ever and that he genuinely likes and appreciates me. As a deeply insecure person, this realization is massive.
How does getting rid of 3650 items feel? It feels like I am not there yet.
I have yet to feel completely streamlined in how things leave my house. Some linger far too long. It feels like work, and it is work.
Some of the benefits (so far) are visibly fewer things in my house, although Zeb’s business does a good job of masking my efforts. I don’t shop for fun anymore. Actually, I can’t think of anything less fun. I don’t spend as much money and my internal state is one of embarrassing overabundance rather than want.
The only thing I feel like I truly lack is time and space. I look forward to achieving the state where I have more of both because they aren’t being sucked up by meaningless possessions.
I also feel on fire. Constant writing has opened the floodgate and I find myself drawn to creative projects. Focusing on my home and sitting with the internal dialogue that comes with deciding whether something should stay or go has drawn me inward.
I am a people pleaser, almost at any cost. I have been so consumed with my home and writing that I haven’t had the time, or inclination, to waste energy on anyone or thing that wasn’t absolutely worth it.
I love this project, there is nothing I would rather do, except dance, walk the dog with friends, read and be with my family. And maybe just do nothing at all from time to time. If you’ve seen me in the last four months, congratulations, you made the cut.
Thank you so much for hanging in there with me. I’m not going anywhere, though. I still have so much work to do, I hope you stick it out. Okay, time to cut the crap.
Zeb brought this home for the kids. Can you say out of touch? DONATE.
I’m too old for frosted lipgloss (and I don’t know where I came from), ditto the pin. TRASH.
Super sharp iron knives. I have several already. One has a broken tip. FREE/DONATE.
I brought these bins up when sorting records. I’m going to dig through them.
Failed project. I see cute stuff in windows and think, “I could make that for less.” but the truth is that the raw materials usually add up to way more than what the one item costs. Moral of the story, unless you have the materials, consider getting what you want from the store, but only after waiting at least a week to see if you actually want it. TRASH.
These were for a really cute scarf I saw. I made one, but then to justify the cost of all the yarn, I decided I needed to make four or five as x-mas gifts. Cushie actually got one, but here’s the rest of the yarn. Why would I want to make 6 scarves when I could buy the one I want for less? Or just appreciate it in the window and move on? DONATE.
Down one bin, two to go.
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