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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Thursday, February 05, 2015

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Progress


I'm making serious progress on my purging goal. My count as of yesterday is 869. I'm not going to stop, this is addictive. Now, I'm not saying I'm going to be clutter free. I would need to get rid of way more than 1,000 items to make that claim. And I do live with another person who kinda doesn't mind his clutter so there's that. But I like the feeling of being unpinched, if that makes sense. 

I have room in all my drawers and even a few empties. My clothes fit neatly in my closet and I can slide things wide and far apart. 

I'll tell you, it's getting really personal now. The first few passes were clothes I honestly didn't think about. The last pass was items that were security for me. Not that I wore them frequently but they were ones I knew I could grab or had on hand if such and such occasion came up. Some even looked okay on. But if it didn't make sense to keep the item, it had to go. I don't really need four black tank tops. Nor do I need 17 skirts that are cute enough if I don't wear them. The above picture is the whittled down section, the lower picture is when I had fifty outfit choices I could make on any given day. I didn't have to do laundry for weeks. Except I still went for the same things that I liked and felt good in.  And most of the items in that closet didn't fit that criteria. I still have things that will go. I'm giving them a chance to come through for me, but the time on that chance is ticking down. 

Oddly, even though I got rid of more dish towels than I kept, more socks and underwear than I kept, I haven't run out of any of the above mentioned items and I don't miss digging through items to find the favorites. I even have given away about 100 hangers. (I didn't count each hanger in my 1,000 total only groups of 10 counted as 1.) I love that there are others benefitting from my excess. So far a local homeless shelter, a women and families ministry and a local high school service organization are sharing in my bounty. 

1 comment:

Jane Foard Thompson said...

You inspire me to finally tackle my closet, then on to more.

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