I’m a packrat. I keep lots and lots of stuff. I’m not a hoarder, but it is hard for me to get rid of things. This is particularly true if these things are still useful, even if they aren’t useful to me.
So you can imagine my joy when I learned that there is a small “freecycle” area in the basement of my apartment complex. Mostly it’s clothing, shoes and books, but there are also mugs, random dishes, etc. I’ve put things down there a couple of times, and I’m glad to have them gone.
However, in the past, I’ve always returned from the freecycle area with things in my hands. Granted, it has always been fewer items than I took down there, but there’s always something irresistable. Adding to the problem is that the “irresistable” thing is often something lovely, but that I won’t use more than once annually, if that. The suede jacket I came back with comes to mind.
This weekend I went down there with 4 shirts, one rain coat and two decorative towels, and came back with 2 skirts and a thermal bag. I was very pleased with myself for trying on the skirts right away, determining they didn’t fit, and so asking my husband to run them back downstairs for me. I even added a sweater I haven’t worn in ages because I hate it to the pile. Then I used the bag the next day, and have specific plans to use it once a week. So, I was proud of myself for being on the right track.
However, today was it. See, my husband forgot to take the skirts and sweater downstairs. So when I came across them today, I marched them down there. I even added that suede coat that I realized I’d never wear.
And I walked away with empty hands! I didn’t take a single article of clothing, or a single new book.
The next step is to learn to not even look through the clothes or books. That might take awhile. Still, I’m very proud of myself.