Being that I'm a big believer in not residing with something that's not functional or in the least extremely delightful to live with, is the reason why I use care in selection. Yet having parted with some desirables, my experience says to be cautious. Being organized, that kind of organized that you can write home about comes with a price tag. I find myself throwing things out that are perfectly functional but doesn't make me happy in one way or another. I slightly regret some partings, OK... I'm heartbroken...but with good cause. It pains me to remember[scream] putting a few desirable things in a large bag and immediately throwing them in the trash to prevent myself from changing my mind. I wanted to pare down my space. So I looked at them one last time, looking bright as years ago- I turned and walked away.
In the hopes of being completely organized I did it, this was a small sacrifice to make, looking at it beforehand-of course. My absolute worst parting was my little pink radio. It was from an old boyfriend that I needed to forget as well. I was wrong about my decision to throw it away but it didn't hit me until 2 weeks later. I tried to reason with myself saying that wasn't collectible; yet it didn't make it better. The fact that I'd owned it for over twenty years and it was really cute and lovable made it irreplaceable. After the lost, the fact that it was pink, plastic and didn't match anything else I owned was overshadowed. I have often daydreamed that it would show up one day but then the factual image of it at the bottom of the trash made it unrepairable.
In the hopes of being completely organized I did it, this was a small sacrifice to make, looking at it beforehand-of course. My absolute worst parting was my little pink radio. It was from an old boyfriend that I needed to forget as well. I was wrong about my decision to throw it away but it didn't hit me until 2 weeks later. I tried to reason with myself saying that wasn't collectible; yet it didn't make it better. The fact that I'd owned it for over twenty years and it was really cute and lovable made it irreplaceable. After the lost, the fact that it was pink, plastic and didn't match anything else I owned was overshadowed. I have often daydreamed that it would show up one day but then the factual image of it at the bottom of the trash made it unrepairable.
For those personal things that are special, no matter how out of style they may be; find a small storage box to put at the bottom of your closet. a little hidden treasure that you can lay out to play with from time to time. You won't regret it.
xoxo
