- 5 Pairs of Pants
- 1 Pair of Shoes
- 21 shirts
- 1 Vest jacket
- 1 Pair of socks
- 1 Blu Ray Set plastic cover
- 1 Bell
- 1 (very old) hand sanitizer
- 1 Benadryl spray (out of date by 5 years)
- 8 medicine bottles
- 1 pack of hairbands
- 1 cut up credit card
I missed a week. After 22 weeks of continuous clearing out, I missed a week. Sooner or later, I always drop the ball. Usually when that happens, I get discouraged and distracted and months later wonder how I went from doing whatever it was every day to having gone months without doing it.
Not this time. I missed a week. One week.
Tom Robbins said, “Stay committed to your decisions but stay flexible in your approach.”
So here I am, picking up where I left off. I don’t know if I’ll have 42 items this week–I’m writing this in between gathering stuff, doing chores, etc.–but I will have only missed one week.
Not too shabby for a gal with the attention span of a Mexican jumping bean on meth.
This week I discovered a COLOSSAL waste of money. I had bought 2 sets of Breaking Bad deeply discounted with the intention of selling it. It never happened. I just couldn’t do it. I ended up giving it away to a friend who’s as appreciative of the series as I am. Maybe not such a huge waste of money after all. But still a “holy shit” moment. As
I also realized as I was gathering items–specifically the med bottles–that I’ve gotten rid of a lot that I haven’t documented. I’ve had a lot of med bottles. Small boxes, and things like that.
But I get it honest. This week, my dad texted me a picture of his doctor’s record that showed him bringing me into the doctor. In 1974. Apparently, my mom is going through stuff at her place, too.
I’m in the process of reducing two bookshelves to one; I don’t know if I’ll have it finished this month, but it’s closer. I discovered that by getting rid of a Wii box in the entertainment center, I could move my movies there, clearing out almost a full shelf. The reference books that I have no intention of getting rid of (mostly writing books and some lit books from college), I’m moving to the office now that I have room on the shelves in that room.
I had high heels on it previously. I have NO idea why I thought putting them on office shelves was a good idea, but I got rid of them a long time ago.
There is no horse to get back on. There is just this: my getting rid of things, simplifying my life. Sometimes life gets in the way of those plans.
But sometimes it doesn’t.