I had to make the trek to town yesterday to cash my check and buy some half-and-half, because coffee without half-and-half is not as good. While I was in town, I mailed out those posters I had promised to mail to a friend 72 years ago, and I mailed out about 485 pounds of miscellaneous craft supplies to my girl Tia, who will surely create beautiful things from them.
I also made a stop at the Goodwill donation center and dropped off a serious trunkload of shit.
I will be so happy to get my funky ass to Dallas the first weekend of November and drop off all those clothes for consignment. Hopefully, it'll bring me some cash.
I'm still clicking that miniscule "unsubscribe" button that hides at the bottom of emails.
I've gotten one pile of books out of the floor into a drawer in the table the teevee sits on. Most of the shit that used to be in the drawer has been removed from the house. The few items that need to be kept have been put away in more appropriate places.
I can see the top of the dining table that functions as my desk. There is still a ton of shit sitting up there, but at least I can see how badly I need to dust. I'll get to that this week while Sunshine is working out of town.
Speaking of Sunshine, he has me watching "Hoarders". Maybe it makes him feel better about all of his stuffs and things he hoards in the name of hunting gear. It certainly makes me feel better about all the stuffs and things I have been hoarding.
For the record, I have discovered that I hoard: pens, coat hangers, sharpie markers, giant re-usuable shopping/tote bags, clothes that I don't wear, and expired vitamins/supplements.
I found the clasp that had broken off of my Cynthia Rowley bag and repaired the bag. I love that bag. Repairing that bag made me get honest about the Antonio Melani bag that I don't really love (trying to find something in that bag, with its myriad compartments and pockets and pouches is almost impossible and therefore I don't use the bag often enough), and the bag has been cleaned, put in its dust bag, and added to the pile of shit to be consigned. Speaking of dust bags, did I mention that I have apparently been hoarding dust bags?
Dust bags. Who the fuck hoards dust bags? I do.
This is a journey that I need to undertake. All of this shit overwhelms me. I can't see, I can't think. This shit has to go. I cannot live like this. I cannot stand being surrounded by all this shit that I don't know how it got here and I certainly don't want it.
I want a simpler, more peaceful life. Stuffs and things? Won't give me that.
I want to remove the extraneous. I want to sit in empty silence, and reflect on how good life is.
That's huge for somebody who spent most of her life in addiction, drama, chaos, and noise.