...although I meant to post this days ago...
Anyhow I still have a few regrets of my donations from the other day.
Let me do a quick recap:
I have a lot of stuff.
I have a lot of stuff that we don't need.
I have a lot of stuff that doesn't have a spot in our home.
This all correlates to the fact that I could stand to get rid of some things. Things that I logically know that I don't need OR have a place for.
So Audrey and I took many items to the thrift shop. I would love to say it was a truck full of things but that would be exaggerating.
I did have that 'feel good' feeling when not one but three ladies were ogling over the fun bike that I had brought in of Will's. It made me feel great that some little guy was going to love that bike! If I had I seen the ladies before walking into the shop I would have given it to one of them on the spot.
But now...now that I am home I have donor's regret. Don't get me wrong I am happy that someone finds his bike fun.
But I don't even have a single picture of it. And worse, I don't think I even have a picture of him riding on it.
I know, as I write this I can sense the ridiculousness of what I write.
Does Will care that his super fun bike is gone? Of course not, because he has a zillion other super fun toys to take its place.
But I care. We bought that bike for his 5th birthday! While we lived in a house that is no longer standing. Ugh. I didn't even like that house, and I wasn't partial to the bike.
What if in a few weeks he decides it would be fun to ride that bike? And then remembers he decided to give it away.
This is my struggle; the circles my thoughts swirl in when I even think about trying to get rid of things we don't need, use, or even have space for.
I'll keep organizing and sorting...I am great at these.
I just need to join a support group for help with that last step.