Which, if you've ever moved, you know can be both exciting and intimidating. And while I may be "the most organized man in America," moving brings out the best and worst in me, too.
Granted, I don't have a junk drawer filled with random stuff. But I do still have all the other stuff that needs to be sorted through, packed up and schlepped across town.
So as I start to pull books off the shelves and clothes out of the closets, I get to see what I'm hanging onto and the stories I'm telling myself about these things as well.
It's a great way to keep myself honest and make sure I'm walking my talk.
So far I've let go of two fleece pullovers. I've never liked the way they fit. One was a gift from a friend and one was purchased on a surprisingly cold day in Seattle when I needed an extra layer.
Like everyone else, I was keeping them because:
A) a good friend had given it to me
B) I had spent "good" money on it
As I say often, no one (except maybe a thief or drug dealer) ever spent "bad" money on anything.
Every penny we've ever earned is "good" money. And regardless of HOW good it is, if the object no longer serves us, it's time for it to go.
I've started a thrift store bag by the front door and it now contains two fleeces and some DVDs I'll never watch again.
Stay tuned over the next week as more things leave and more stories come to light!
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