Today's project was to take a minivan load of stuff to the dump. It almost didn't happen since my husband is sick today (and I needed help lifting things) but I managed to get him up and out the door anyway.
Am I the only one that feels a little weird about throwing stuff into that big pit? I was thinking the whole time, "I wonder if someone would still find this useful?" Then I had to bring myself back to reality. If the donation place won't take it, it's not very useful. I feel better now that it's gone, a little liberated too, but I have to admit that my heart was racing the whole time during the actual dumping. Seriously, how can I be attached to things that aren't useful anymore? I'm just keeping my eyes on the prize... a streamlined life!
I did a bonus project today. I cleaned out the refrigerator too! Yay me!
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