I. AM. GOING. CRAZY.
But at least its the "with a purpose" kind of crazy. Just moving house this coming week. I still have half of my things in boxes, but as I look through them I realize that many of them were just thrown together at the last minute *last* summer, and that I can throw a lot of stuff out. Throwing things out is difficult for me, but this is simply junk and really really really needs to go. So throw stuff out I will.
Giving away things is proving a bit harder this year than last. I've finally given up on getting back to my smallest size, so I've got boxes of clothing to be rid of. But I love those clothes so much. Yes, sadly, I love clothes.
Oh well.
Anyhow, This email doesn't begin to describe how awful and torn up I feel inside, but neither do my dimples or easy laugh. I'm just one of those people who can be really miserable and not show it until you get up real close.
Time to go back to work sorting the already-packed from the to-be-packed stuff.
Giving away things is proving a bit harder this year than last. I've finally given up on getting back to my smallest size, so I've got boxes of clothing to be rid of. But I love those clothes so much. Yes, sadly, I love clothes.
Oh well.
Anyhow, This email doesn't begin to describe how awful and torn up I feel inside, but neither do my dimples or easy laugh. I'm just one of those people who can be really miserable and not show it until you get up real close.
Time to go back to work sorting the already-packed from the to-be-packed stuff.