I don't want to play anymore. Do you ever feel like that? Yesterday, while I was sorting a laundry basket of clothes into keep, toss and donate piles I was overcome with a feeling of wanting to throw in the towel (that would be the metaphorical towel, not an actual towel because my linen closet has already been stripped and I don't have an extra towel to throw). I am figuring out that simplifying my life is not going to have an end. It is an ongoing process and it really needs to be a mindset more than a series of actions. I would also like to point out that at the moment I blame this on having teenagers, so I suppose it is possible that one day, when I get to live by myself, I will not have to constantly think in terms of keep, toss or donate, but for now it is something of a mantra. Every time I pick something up I think about the item and ask myself why I have it and if I really need it. It gets exhausting.
The house has come a long ways, but at the moment all I see is MORE STUFF TO DO! And you know what I really wanted to do yesterday? Go shopping. That's right. I wanted to spend money and buy things that come in shiny bags or shiny packages. I wanted to see tags hanging off things and walk around a mall carrying my prizes. I wanted to sit down for lunch in a restaurant by myself, with a good book and a drink. I got all hot and sweaty just thinking about it so I had a cold shower to snap myself out of it. When I went to get myself a towel, I took one long look at my newly organized and seriously stripped out linen closet and was reminded why I am doing this.