Binge & Purge
I am in the process of getting rid of stuff. I just want to make my life a little less congested, and in order to do that, I need to get rid of stuff.
Over the years I have bought and accumulated lots of junk. Lots of things I don't know what to do with. My closet is filled with old albums filled with photos of people who are no longer my friends. Movies on VHS that I used to have to time to watch again and again. Dishes my mother have has given me. Art supplies for projects left unfinished. Books and clothes that need to be donated. Shoes that I've never worn, or only wore once because they were so painful I never wore again. I have piles of magazines that I hold onto because I haven't had a chance to read them, yet I can't throw them out because what if they contain that one story that will affect my life?
So I ask myself what am I ready to get rid of. It doesn't feel right throwing out photos, even if they are painful to look at? And what if some snowy afternoon I decide like watching the last episode of The Wonder Years? Or I finally get an outfit to go with those brown clogs? Deciding what stuff I am ready to get rid of is hard. But for sanity reasons, I must get rid of stuff.