I did something very un "me" like today. I grabbed a whole stack of books that have been on my bookshelf/coffee table/kitchen counter/desk, etc. collecting dust and I put 'em in a bag and I promptly dropped 'em off at the nearest charity box. Now, normally that wouldn't be noteworthy 'cause I'm a biiig believer in purging & pitching anything 'n everything that's not being put to good use (or is just plain annoying me) - but, BUT, here's the catch - I had not read these books in their entirety and for me, tossing them unfinished *horror of horrors* would normally be paramount to sacrilege.
Giving myself permission to stop plugging away at a novel I'd completely lost interest in and to discard a biography just because it no longer appealed to me (regardless of the cost involved) was completely liberating! In the past these texts would have sat in my library stressing me out at every glance because they represented items yet-to-be-crossed off my To Do List With No End - that is, until I found the steely resolve to turn every last page, even if it killed me.
Buoyed by my unprecedented disregard for the above-mentioned Law of Irrational Thinking, I'm considering getting really rebellious and finally ditching that basket of clothes in the back of my closet. You know the one I'm talking about, ladies. The one filled with agonizing reminders of the body you used to have - before children and mid-life wear and tear; clothes there's not a snowball's chance in Hell you'll ever don again, but you'll be damned if you'll let the dream die 'cause this is the spring/summer/winter/fall you're going to finally make it happen. *self-deprecating laughter*
You know, I think I may be on to something. If I dump the Barbie wardrobe, then I'd be free to pitch the "Pilates for Dummies" DVD without guilt (yes, the one I couldn't even force myself to watch from start to finish, let alone practice) and the Yoga mat which barely made it out of the packaging (honestly, who was I trying to kid with that one?!) ... and following close behind would be the stack of outdated magazines hailing 'miracle exercises' guaranteed to give me the body I deserve in 3 days or less' and variations of the ever-popular, but humanly unattainable 'drop 6 dress sizes by *insert any upcoming holiday* eating plan that I'm FOR SURE going to start on Monday ... if not next Monday ... or some Monday in 2014.
Complete pandemonium, I can see it now.
Diabolus fecit, ut id facerem.
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I think I will take a drive to VV and do some shopping if you are clearing out so much stuff...
*laughing* Maybe we should just get all our girl friends together and have one giant swap meet!
you know they have started doing those kinds of parties...but how many of our friends dress like us. We are unique and a have a flare for fashion..they would not have the same "tada" as us
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