5,200 things gone, only 4,800 to go
Every once in a while I walk past something in my house and I have to ask myself: What does this say about me?
This is a squoval beige plastic tray on the table just inside my front door. Every time I walk past it, I question it and yet, it’s been there for a very long time. A friend said to me last night that he thinks you can get used to anything if you live with it long enough. I guess he’s right because I have been ambivalent to this ugly thing for months now.
Will I ever get used to this though?
Yes, that’s my purse and yes, Squirrel is still at it.
I thought I found a new home for this around the same time I banished the Clone Troopers.
I guess I’m used to my ugly beige tray the same way I’m used to stretch marks or being the only one in the house who ever replaces the toilet roll.
And since you can’t change a person who thinks that snagging the last square of tissue is just darn good luck, the very least you can do is gather up the objects in your home that you can’t stand to look at. Then march them straight to the donate bin on your way to get another roll of toilet paper.
Take a look around. Is there anything in your home that you’re getting used to but you wish you weren’t? What are you going to do with it?
What I tossed today: clothing, towels, books, drawer clutter in my sons’ bedrooms, the beige tray and a teddy bear dressed as a reindeer.