I pulled 70 condiments out of my fridge today. That’s right 70. Only 30 of them got put back in. And even those are questionable.
Why do I hang on to this stuff?
The answer is fear. We hang on to things because we’re afraid to get rid of them. So what’s with my condiment hoarding? What am I afraid of?
I’m afraid, feminists cover your ears, that people will find out that I’m a horrible cook and therefore a bad wife and mother. And, I’m afraid to give up the hope of one day becoming a wonderful cook with the right combination of condiments.
Crazy, isn’t it? But isn’t that what a lot of Moms try to do, become good at everything that is expected of them whether or not it’s something they truly want to do?
So today I got rid of 40 condiments and I got rid of an ambition that has very little meaning for me. Which makes room for the ambitions I really care about. And that is worth far more than the hundreds of dollars in condiments I just poured down the drain.
The rest of the 100 things today came from my bedside table. Yes, I had 60 extraneous things next to my bed. I know I won’t miss my Sony Discman.
Maybe I’ll even sleep a little sounder tonight.