This is when I throw shit away. Looking at it from a deep psychological perspective it has to do with starting fresh and unencumbered or something like that. I don’t look at it that deeply, makes my eyes cross.
I go through my closet and ruthlessly toss anything I don’t wear, haven’t worn, won’t ever wear or “what the hell was I thinking when I bought this” into a big pile on the floor. I try very hard not to think too much about it because that only brings the “well maybe I could wear that again” thoughts to the surface. I’ve done this before. I’ve tossed an item into the pile and then reconsidered. Usually I am tossing that same item into the pile the next year with it never having seen the light of day.
I throw all of these piles into a giant ( I mean giant………you could put a giant in this bag) heavy black plastic bag. We will take the bag to Goodwill or The Salvation Army. They can do whatever they want with it.
A couple of years ago after the annual purge I was driving by the Salvation Army store and in the window I saw a mannequin wearing a really cute outfit Doing a double take I realized it was mine. See? I should have kept it. So what if the mannequin wearing it was 6 inches taller and 15 pounds thinner, she was bald. I may be short and stout but I’ve got hair.
Back to purging…….
This year I’m thinking about the fact that in 53 days I will begin my 7th decade on this earth. I will be 60 years old. I can’t help but think of the things in my emotional life that I want to purge.
I don’t think I need a giant black plastic bag but maybe a nice cardboard box with a lid (to keep them from escaping).
I’ll put in negativity. Going forward I’d like to see each situation in the most positive way I can.
I’ll cram envy in that box. I have every material thing I need and I am happy with who and where I am.
Criticism will go in on top of envy. Somehow being happy with who I am makes it much easier to be less critical of others and myself.
Before I close the lid I’ll add in worry. Worry about tomorrow keeps me from living today. I know that I want to enjoy each day.
As I turn 60, I will have cleaner closets and a healthier outlook. I will also not be driving by the Salvation Army Store just in case that bald skinny mannequin is looking better in my clothes than I do.