He needs to be in his new job by our anniversary in mid-June. Movers will move us, up to 18,000 pounds, which right now I cannot comprehend. I've already weighed a box of hypothetical books to see how many it would take to make 18,000 pounds. The box of books I weighed was a shelf-long and it weighed 25 pounds. Um. Doesn't that mean I have room in that truck for 18 times 40 of such boxes? A reference point to consider as I de-clutter. Still unfathomable when I think of furniture and everything else from our household.
We are thinking to put our house on the market around April 1st. I just don't think we are going to have much traffic until then, really.
That buys me time to de-clutter. De-clutter. How many times can I say that word and get myself excited? De-clutter. Hasn't happened yet.
One day at a time.
Checked off my list: our son's last regular dental visit. Today, magazine sifting.
I did get excited that someone wants some of my parenting magazines, the ones that are dated from 1994. Mothering Magazine can be like that, I guess, in some circles.
Some of the other magazines piled up in my closet have my writing in them, so I guess I need to save them. But wouldn't it be nice to have clipped them already? Let go of that regret, Smitty.
Live this one day only.
De-cluttering. I can share more of my accomplishments, tomorrow, if you promise not to be too bored.
In my approach I will doing an eclectic study of Fly Lady, who is huge on de-cluttering. Her devotees are all about having less stuff and more joy. May I catch that bug!
By the way, FLY means, Finally loving yourself. That would be just about right. I need less stuff in order to love myself more.