It’s odd how much satisfaction one can derive from simple things. My clothes were all higgledy-piggledy in my dresser, and I took them out, folded them neatly to find more space, and gritted my teeth and got rid of things which were faded, or looked lovely when I was thinner. But not now.
What satisfaction in getting rid of things! It’s probably a symptom of Affluenza that getting rid of things is as satisfying as acquiring them.
It’s Monday morning now, and I have a day clear to write. I could run and then write, but I think I will take a dreamy 45 minutes to continue my work of tidying the bedroom, and sorting out another dresser.
I have three dressers and 1 built in cupboard full of clothes. Far too many, but it takes time to cull them. I have decided never to have more clothes than fit in these 3 dressers and 1 built in cupboard. Am trying to discipline myself to donate or chuck an item each time I buy another sweater, T-shirt or pair of trousers.
It’s nice having fewer clothes and liking everything you have.
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