I haven't done any real de-cluttering today, but I have inventoried what's going to Goodwill tomorrow. In addition to a ridiculous array of belts I'll never wear, I assembled a full bag containing nothing but tschotskes and gifties and what-nots people have given me.
Just as I had to admit I'll never again fit into those belts, it's time I face it that this condo is too little to display every cute thing anyone has ever given me, and some of the pieces -- like a lovely ceramic soap dish in a metal holder, complete with scented soaps -- could actually be used and appreciated by someone else.
Plus I'll have another $40 in receipts for the tax man come the end of the year. I realize that being gutted like a fish will incur medical bills, and that will mean a more complicated tax return. It's the adult thing to do to acknowledge that now.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
When I decluttered, I found the tschotskes were easy to part with, too.
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