Looking at what needed to be done down there was extremely overwhelming. It's something I've been contemplating and procrastinating about for almost a year. I thought about yard sales ...... but I can't carry those boxes up and down stairs alone. I thought about at least trying to sell some of my Xmas goods at a local sale .... but the tables were gone when I called one. I'd tried to get my daughters to give a list of what they want .... but nothing has materialized to date. And then I realized that as I age, my energy and health keeps deteriorating; so it was never going to get any easier.
This weekend, I had 2 full days, some energy and the willpower to tackle the job. And I'm so glad I did it. Saying goodbye to new and/or nearly new Xmas goods (that would have brought good money at a yard sale) was the hardest things to let go of. Parting with the books was kinda hard. But finally letting go of the clothes "that will fit me when I lose 20 lb" ..... that was easy. It's just NOT going to happen.
What a sense of accomplishment! In total, 4 bags of Christmas, 4 boxes of books and 16 --- yes 16 --- black garbage bags of clothing and knick-knacks have left the building, Elvis!
(Psst: A lot of them are actually lining my upstairs hallway waiting their turn to get packed into the trunk of the car and brought to some happy local thrift shop.)
Ahhhh! I feel lighter already -- mentally as well as physically.
And I can find stuff.
And my body didn't fare too badly given all the ups and downs on the stepladder and the climbing stairs.
Except for my poor tootsies. About 2-3 years ago, the fat pads from my feet migrated to my waist and hips. I'm not into crocs and support hose yet (the future looms big!), but a foot soak and some soft slippers are my best friends. Next to that Corona and caramel corn, that is!