Without needing to call anybody, nor ask about town, you can usually bet that within two to three hours of carting your old scrap metal bits down to the curb, some industrious person will pull up and take care of it for you. I am now so much closer to emptying out both the shed, and the garage of all of the left over bits of junk from our former tenant. Only taken ten years, but I am down to just the last few bits & pieces. Paint cans and old tech is all I have left at this point. If I can muster the strength then I’ll get rid of an ancient computer, monitor, my busted karaoke machine, and the old water softener. I’d be willing to bet we have some crud in the laundry room I could see taken away too if I was so inclined.
For when the purge bug hits, it strikes deep, hard & fast. Right down into the marrow of you. My heart beats faster, and I feel so alive. So very productive! Make room for what’s to come. If I have the time I will sort clothes and take a bunch to the textile donation boxes. My closet, and the basement still houses quite a bit of clothing that nobody has worn in a long time. The house will never get bigger I tell myself, but it can start to feel a bit roomier if you take the time to let it. If you are willing to make the effort! I am that man. I do. And I will.
These are the Chronicles of my week ahead. The goal — to fill at least one garbage bag with junk to go out with the trash, and to reclaim as much closet space as I am able. Either by donation to the CP people whom come and retrieve bags from the porch, or by taking items to the drop off bins located all over town.
I don’t wish to live with nothing but the minimum viable amount of “stuff”, but I am comfortable getting rid of “things” with no value add to our daily lives. I always start with my own closet, shop, and spaces. I would not purge more of my children’s things, than I would do for myself. It’s not a case of one pair or pants and a shirt from me, and six garbage bags of kids items. I’m not that kind of asshole. Plus a slower, and more measured approach means lifestyle change, versus a life altering event, and it’s associated trauma. This is a good thing to happen. It nurtures growth, exploration, and expansion of what means something to us, instead of doggedly hanging on to things just because he got them at some point, but no longer have any use for it, beyond “but, it’s mine!”.
Life is too short to get bogged down with things, stuff, and physical entanglements that can hold you back. We have more than a suitcases worth each, so it’s not about depriving anybody of anything. But keeping just the good stuff, and letting go of the rest. For peace of mind.
If I remember to document my journey, be sure to follow along won’t you? Take care out there. Ciao Bella!
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