I’ve got a pick-up scheduled for next week to donate a bunch of household stuff. I can’t wait to get rid of all kinds of clothes (sweaters I’ve never unboxed this winter!) and old books I haven’t cracked in fifteen years. I’m already feeling the relief I get from having less stuff, and knowing my space isn’t filled with unused items.
Funny thing is that this time last year, I didn’t want to get rid of anything, for fear of needing “it”, whatever it was, and not being able to buy it. So I held onto all kinds of things I would have gotten rid of. A year later I realize I didn’t need any of “it” and I won’t need to buy “it” again. A few sweaters, a few shirts, a few pairs of pants is plenty for me. It’s all I wear and all I need to wear. And I have piles of fabric from which to craft anything else I may want. Plenty of books from the library keep me happily reading, and there are more there if I need them.
In freeing myself from the strict rules of Making Do, I’ve freed myself from unwanted stuff. Hadn’t expected that, what a treat!