What’s with all the crappy pictures of junk?
In December of 2012 I decided it was time to change my life. I made a pact with myself that I would throw away ten things a day and write about them for a whole year. I am interested in knowing what a full year of divestment will do to me. Will it change my home? Will it change my spending habits? Will I feel greater peace? I’ll let you know. I used to call it Project3650 (10 items x 365 days = 3650) but I don’t think 3650 items will do the trick. Since the number keeps changing I call the project the Process Of Elimination.
Writing every day has been the icing on the cake. It is hard for me to let go of things because they tell a story. I found that by photographing and writing about something, I can let go of it. Some things are so shameful that I have no choice to get rid of them (plastic bags of plastic bags anyone?) and perhaps shaming myself with them will keep me from repeating the same hoarding habits. It also lets me tell my story. It may not be interesting to anyone but me, but I’m amused so mores the better.
I have no desire to be an ascetic or a minimalist. I love being surrounded by things pregnant with memories and meaning. My goal is to remove all the insignificant things that stand in the way of me enjoying my home and life.
What do the numbers in parenthesis in the title mean?
It is a running tally of how many things I’ve gotten rid of to-date.
Did you ever reach your goal?
Yes! I actually doubled my original goal and achieved some very interesting outcomes. Read about it here.
Are you kids really named Scrotus and Testiclese?
No, they aren’t. I’m using funny names because I don’t want to embarrass them. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I blogged about the origins of said pseudonyms, if you are interested.
What does your husband think about this?
I have no idea! He doesn’t read my blog, thank God.
Does your family know you pole dance?
Yes! Here’s what my kids think and here’s what my mom thinks. My husband enjoys the free license to be surrounded by hot women all the time, especially when I’m yelling at him to “LOOK AT HER ASS!!! ARE YOU LOOKING AT IT? OH MY GOD IT IS SO PERFECT!!!” and he’s all, “I’m looking! I’m looking!” My dad is the biggest freak that ever lived so of course he’s okay with it. My mom doesn’t know I have a blog. If she ever finds out, she will be very disappointed in me, my potty mouth and my juvenile sense of humor.
Do you have a real job?
Oh no! I think raising two kids is fun, fun, fun. I would pay to it! But to answer your question, I teach pole dance, I have two small kids, I manage a couple commercial properties and I blog every day. I also make porcelain ceramics for fun.