Today, I cleaned house. No big deal. When I clean, I clean. I dust, mop, vacuum. I do it all, and I can usually get it done in a day. Cleaning feels good, but you know what feels even better than cleaning up?
I love to get rid of stuff. I love it. It’s like extricating something poisonous from my system. If it hasn’t been used in a month it’s gone. Turbo’s toys? Gone. My stuff? Gone. Manlegs’s neglected junk? Gone. Clothing is the exception. I don’t get to do the whole “spring cleaning” closet thing because it still snows here in the spring. I go through closets in the winter. If I haven’t worn something in a couple months, it’s gone. Turbo’s stuff gets sorted into either a donation bag or a hand-me-down bag.
I’m not a trinkety person. I don’t like things that I need to clean, or clean around. I’m into flat, bare surfaces that I can dust off quickly and efficiently. So far today, I’ve filled a bag for the donation center from Turbo’s “arts and crafts” cupboard. I’m going to go through probably 2 more bags today (game cupboard is on the list and so is random storage) before I call it quits.
I’m a donater. I don’t hang onto stuff for garage sales. I hate garage sales. When I’m ready to part with something, it has clearly served its purpose to me and I don’t feel like I need to get anything more out of it, especially not money for crap I don’t even want anymore. Donate. It’s better.
I probably get rid of too much, and sometimes a nagging thought will cause me to hesitate before dumping something into a bag…but I truly have never regretted ridding my home of anything. Ever.
Get rid of your stuff. It feels so good, and it’s really quite nice to get on with less. Seriously.