put away, throw away or give away at least one thing every day

Friday was a bit of a write-off as far as this goal was concerned, cos I wasn’t home all day. Does giving away lots of money to various barmen in the course of the evening count? :-p

Yesterday I did a little general tidying, so I must have put a few things away, though I can’t remember what.

Today, though, is gonna be a good day.

More underwear, this time ditching several worn old items as I hung up laundry.

Trashed a handful of non-credit-card receipts from a pile of paperwork (not like I’m ever going to get around to reconciling my credit card statements, but hope springs eternal :-p ), threw away another bra with a broken underwire (clothes and underwear are going to feature heavily in these lists, I’m afraid) and put away the little overnight bag that was sitting in the middle of the floor.

From the underwear drawer, since that was closest when I remembered I had to get rid of something: two bras I know I’ll never wear again into the recycling bag.

I suck at this goal. I really do. Maybe I’m too much of an all-or-nothing person (leaning heavily towards “nothing”, it seems :-p ) to do a little thing each day, maybe I’d be better aiming for an hour a week or something. I think something in me sees the tiny drop-in-the-ocean of putting one piece of clothing in the recycling bag or filing/trashing one piece of paper from the pile on the desk as too insignificant to result in any real progress, even though the rational part of me knows perfectly well that those little things would actually mount up nicely if I’d only do them.

Tell you what. I’ll make a concerted effort to do this for a week, no matter how pointless it seems, and see how it goes. A week probably won’t be long enough to see any noticeable progress, but it might at least get me in the habit, and then maybe I can commit to continuing for a longer period.

I have made a little effort, but it’s very far from daily. Must try harder.

If I can deal with one thing each day – something, no matter how small – while making efforts not to make things any worse, it has to result in progress towards my dealing-with-stuff goal. And hopefully, taking it one little thing at a time won’t activate my inner pack-rat’s “noooo, I need my stuff” reflex.

Yesterday I gave away a spare washing-up basin (why did I even have that?) and a still-in-the-box toilet seat (don’t ask) to my mom. Well, they’re still in my house, but they’re officially hers now and just awaiting transport.