I spent over two hours washing dishes and reducing the clutter in my cook shed. I finally reconciled with myself that all those plastic yogurt and cottage cheese containers I had been saving really would not be used for anything, ever. So out they went.
Then I went straight out and shoveled about four inches of fluffy snow off the pond so the kids and I could skate tomorrow or Monday. I was my usual perfectionist self about it, even getting the plastic scoop shovel out so I could clear an extra foot or so off each side of the pond. Every square foot of ice counts. I worked up a sweat, and by the time I put on my skates to try it out, I really didn't feel much like skating.
What was I thinking? Did I really think I could come through a round of pond shoveling unscathed? Face it, I am not in my twenties anymore. Or even...well, you know. I'm already feeling it. And maybe feeling a bit of a cold coming on. I'm hoping it will hold off; I have two blogging friends stopping by for a visit tomorrow, and it should be fun!
2 comments:
What a treat! I hope you have a wonderful visit.
Letting go of stuff I've kept because "it might come in handy some day" or "I might want to read that some day" is the major source of my clutter. Of course, after a while, I accumulate so much crap that I can never find that thing when someday comes. Letting go and getting rid is very liberating.
On a less happy note, I recently got rid of a huge pile of books and magazines. It felt great to clean up, but I dwelt a bit too long on the fact that I won't live long enough to read all that stuff anyway. (Even if I have a few decades left.) Funny, I never had thoughts like that when I was young.
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