This is where I'm at today. It's come a long way from a few moths back and I realize that it's really not that horrendous for the American standard of living.
But what is all this crap?
Of course, I know what it all is. I can even tell you exactly where I picked it up, how little I paid, the conversation I had with the person involved in the transaction, etc etc.....
But like what does all this crap mean to me?
That's where I'm at.
And I'm finding it means a little too much.
"The Minimalist Game".
On the first day you get rid of one thing, the second day two things, third day three things and so on and so on. My first item was perfect in this practice of "loosening" the grip we have on stuff.
My friend asked me if I had any vintage shirts I didn't want and I went to my closet and gave her one I am extremely attached to. So much that I won't even wear it and it more honor than any scrap of material has any right to. I gave that shirt more consideration than I do people's feelings and needs sometimes. That sounds a little dramatic but that is the honest truth.
the shirt I thought I treasured so much has never shined more brighter ;)