In every life, there comes a time when one has to get
rid of some of those possessions that have, over the years, multiplied like
oversexed rabbits.
Oh, but all those things have a use, you
say.
Yes, but have you used them at any time in
the last two years?
Well, no, but I might. You never know.
Get rid of them!
Is the path from your living room to your kitchen an
obstacle course? If your answer is yes,
you might want to consider dumping that ottoman instead of having to dodge it
all the time.
I have things stored in that ottoman, you
say.
When was the last time you looked at any
of those things you have stuck in there?
Well ...
Get rid of them, then get rid of the
ottoman!
Is your closet bulging with clothes, some of which you
last wore when Clinton was President? If
so, maybe your wardrobe needs a cleaning-out.
Oh, but I can’t get rid of my old clothes,
you say. Suppose they come back into
style, and I lose enough weight to wear them again?
Will you wear them again, or did you get
tired of them years ago? What about the
ones that are falling apart? And then
there are the ones that you never wear because you don’t like them or they
don’t go with anything else.
Well ...
Get rid of them!
I can see the tears forming on the faces of some of my
readers at the thought of getting rid of beloved junk that is taking up
valuable space in their homes. I
sympathize because I am one of them. I,
too, share my living space with an assortment of useless items that would probably
be happier in the local thrift shop.
There they could be adopted by people who would love them and care for
them, or at least use them.
I am determined to rid my space of anything that isn’t
contributing to the decor of my apartment, entertaining me, enriching my life,
or making life more comfortable.
I’ll start tomorrow.
2 comments:
It sounds like me; a defensive hoarder. Ha ha.
But, I have other excuses. You see, I am an artist and have an addition to books I think I will read, although I have no time.
It sounds like me. But, I have an excuse to be a defensive hoarder. You see, I am an artist full of equipment. I am a book addict. Collect books I will probably never get the chance to read all of. However, they keep me company. I have an idea of what they are about.
December is not my usual time of "clean up" - just when the spirit moves me.
Your writing inspires me with justification. Thanks.
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