If you’re like me, you hang on to a lot of stuff for “someday maybe…” Or “but what if I….?” Or “when I have more time, I’m gonna…”
Like, for example, “I’ve never used this wok or this rice cooker or this electric bread knife, but someday I’m probably going to start.”
Or, “I don’t have any use right now for all these dress pants and fancy shoes, but in 10 years when I go back to work, I may need them.”
Or, “I spent a boatload of money on all these scrapbooking supplies and even though I hate scrapbooking now, I can’t bear to get rid of it.”
(I’m trying really hard to concentrate on writing this post, but a few hours ago, 48 exotic animals–lions, tigers, grizzly bears, cheetahs–escaped from a farm 55 miles from here. I’m trying to stay up-to-date on the whereabouts–and why-in-the-hecks–of these creatures on the loose. The owner, who also has baboons, monkeys, etc., in his house, was found dead. Egads.)
Okay, so lately I’ve been evaluating the stuff I’m holding onto and asking myself, “Will I REALLY need this later, or am I just fooling myself?” I think it’s important to kind of lay out a vision of who you want to be, the path you want to take, and weed out anything that isn’t going to contribute to that. Of course, none of us really knows exactly what the future holds, but we can still plan and dream.
Some silly examples:
Do I really need five 9×11 pans? Will I ever be a hostess with the mostest who makes a million delicious dishes for Thanksgiving at her place? No. I’ll make 2, possibly 3 things at one time at the max and have everyone else bring stuff. If that’s not an option, we’ll get Chipotle.
That Pampered Chef apple corer is a fabulous, time-saving idea, but I’ve owned it for years and keep cutting my apples with a knife. I don’t know why; I just do.
All the cute little picture frames I have scattered around the house were great for a time, but they get too dusty. And I’m too lazy to replace the pictures.
I’m a size 10. Not a size 8. If I ever become a size 8, I’ll head on over to the thrift store.
No one in my family likes oatmeal. Why is it in my cupboard?
We use the same 6 cookie cutters every Christmas. Why do we have 20?
I don’t need all these books on marriage anymore. Mine is perfect. (just checking to see if you were paying attention)
I. Don’t. Like. Crafting. And my daughters need very little supplies to keep them happy.
Here’s Who I Am (for better or worse):
A girl who likes jeans and t-shirts (preferably with some sort of justice slogan or outline of Africa and most likely in some shade of grey/black).
A girl who would love to come speak at your women’s retreat (or men’s retreat, for that matter) but will wear old jeans and an Africa t-shirt unless you specifically tell her not to.
A girl who loves to make Scrabble magnets and washer necklaces but NO OTHER CRAFTS.
A girl who can’t stand to spend time doing her hair (or her make-up).
A girl who loves books about loving the poor (and other related topics) and most other books can’t hold her attention these days.
A girl whose metabolism is slowing but her appetite is growing and she wants to eat healthy, whole foods, but craves (and scarfs down) bad, bad stuff.
A girl who reeeeeeally wants to get rid of all her Blushing Bride books before Cambodia. $1 each (+shipping). E-mail me.
A girl who loves to give, not because she’s unselfish, but because she knows a secret (it is so much stinking fun!!).
A girl who wants to like wine and black coffee (and even diet pop) but her palate just isn’t mature enough or something.
Okay, somewhere along the line, this list of “Defining Yourself and Purging Accordingly” became “Confession Hour.” Forgive me. It’s after midnight, and there are grizzly bears out there.
So, tell me:
1. What is one thing you USED to be and aren’t anymore?
2. What is one thing you think you MIGHT be someday (but probably won’t be)?
3. So what are you going to get rid of???