I am still trying to get rid of stuff, clear out my space, and free up some physical and mental room. So my goal for this week is to get rid of 20 things. That doesn’t even sound like a lot to me anymore. I keep going on these binges where I have divorced all sentimentality from my belongings, and it’s easy (ish) to say:
Get rid of it.
Item #1 for the week: my broken bookshelf, which has been precariously balanced in my hallway since September. This week is the “bulky trash pick-up,” so goodbye, bookshelf. You were fun while you lasted, but I wasn’t so thrilled with the way you collapsed on my flip-flopped foot.