Secrets

I’m getting a roommate soon.

So I’ve got to clean out my “guest” room.

So I’ve got to make room in the garage.

So I’ve got to get rid of stuff.

I have a lot of it.

A friend is having a garage sale in a few weeks. I’m making boxes and piles of crap to take there. I told her she couldn’t make fun of me for the crap I’m bringing. It’s really random crap. Like a stuffed animal a friend gave me in high school. Like a plastic flamingo (not for the yard) that bites when you pull a little handle. Like bags that could be useful to someone. Like random jewelry.

So here’s my secret.

I’m throwing a lot of shit out. It’s stuff that maybe I should keep–or give away or sell. Stuff that’s not totally trash. But, really, it’s not stuff I want to deal with. And I’m giving stuff away that maybe I “shouldn’t.” I’m selling back books that I wanted to keep for one reason or another.

I had some cool cards that were in frames in my old bathroom. It was a cool get up. It worked for who I was then. I’m over it. I’m taking the frames with the cards in them to the garage sale. I don’t even want the frames. I don’t want to deal with them anymore.

I managed to get through a chunk of the garage today. And it didn’t even take that long. I’ve got a pile of books I need to take to Half Price at some point really soon. I don’t imagine I’ll get much money, and I don’t really even care. I mostly want them out. So now I’ve got a pile of stuff that I know where it will go soon.

I’ve got a pile of boxes I’m sending to recycling. But my recycling is full. And sometimes I wonder, should I keep these boxes? But in all reality, boxes are not that expensive. (BTW, I texted Future Roommate to see if she needs any).

I hate the idea of wasting. But I feel like if I’m in This Place, where I’m ready to get rid of shit, I just need to do it.

So one side of the garage is pretty much done. And I’ve got another side that will need some effort, but probably not that much time. I’ve got some boxes of stuff I’m hosting for my cousin, but that will be gone relatively soon. (ha! get it?! relative).

A lot of what I need to do yet is just effort. I don’t want to have to put for the effort of going and delivering and loading and unloading. But I know I’ll feel so good to have it done.

Oh, and I’ve got a table and chair set to sell. I just need to do it. (P.S. New Roommate needs boxes. Yay!)

So, I’ve got rid of some stuff, will get rid of more. Will sell some stuff. Not for money. Just to get rid of it.

In a bit, I’m going to go to a Body Flow class, which is like yoga. I kinda wanted to do a more cardio class, but I think the breathing and not-thinking will be good for me. I’m not as skilled at this class, so it requires more focus on my end. That could be a good thing. And the stretching will be good, too.

Feeling good, feeling better, feeling like I’m purging…even though I still have SO much.