Sunday, March 25, 2012

...to donate the items

...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.

2 comments:

  1. I think you have issues from your childhood because Mom and Dad don't have any pictures of you and because I'm the favorite. Repeat after me, "I'm special." :-)

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