One man’s trash . . .
One of my favorite blogs . . . it was really hard for me to write
Generally, I do not save things. I have a one year rule . . . If I haven’t worn it, used it, or looked at it in a year’s time, I want someone else to enjoy it. So I give clothes to charity, furniture to friends, and leave neatly boxed odds and ends in my alley for the “alley people.” These are the folks who drive through the ally looking for freebies and I am happy to oblige. My ally items are of the highest quality and always picked up quickly. It’s my presentation, clean, organized, and all items visible without having to dig around, it is not trash. The goods usually disappear before the sun goes down. Wherever their ultimate destination, it always warms my heart to know that my stuff gets a second chance to be loved by someone else.
The one year rule does not apply to my sentimental treasures, particularly correspondence, letters, cards, texts, voice messages and emails, some of…
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So poignant. I am the same way. I never throw letters away especially. I’m not a pack rat. I guess part of me needs them to feel like I’m worth something. Wow… Said that out loud? Apparently my visits with MY counselor years ago failed to undo THAT quirk… It was a great post and I can see why it would have been hard to right. {{{BNiP}}}
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I still carry the note on a prescription pad the counselor gave me that says I have his permission to take care of myself — from 25 years ago…
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I love that :-). I have a post it in my wallet from an old boyfriend telling me he’s proud of me. I look at it every now and then. Always makes me smile.
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