I am gonna talk about my stuff.

I moved into this place just more than a year ago, and I have been terrible about getting my recycling done. Like I keep forgetting to put it out in the blue box. So it has kinda built up. It has been collecting in boxes by my front door, getting bigger and bigger. I made the decision yesterday that it needs to go. And go now. So it all got opened up and sorted into categories, plastics, metals, paper, etc. And this time all those boxed got shoved out to the car. Which of course is only possible because I finally made it to a bottle depot to return the stuff that has been in the trunk since September... oops! Little low on motivation this year. So now all this recycling is in my car filled the trunk and most of the backseat, on Friday evening. What was I thinking? The recycler isn't open on the weekends, I am going to have to wait til Monday, uggh.

But I was feeling pretty good about getting it out of the house and now it is not coming back in, no matter what. I kicked it out, it has no place in my home anymore.

I have read that Brooks Palmer book and I am taking it to heart. I have the right to tell my stuff to get out. I might have to help it out the door, but I gotta tell it.

Next on my list is my hoarded charity donations. Will share how much stuff I have been holding on to that I want to go to charity. You will either laugh at me or cry for me. I am learning to laugh about it.