Throwing things away is a complex issue for me. If it's broken, I feel like I should fix it. If it's torn, I feel like I should mend it. Even if I don't want it anymore, I should fix it and then donate it. If I do want it but don't have room for it or aren't using it, it can trigger my separation anxiety.
But I've really been working hard on this. I can't live like this. Who cares if I should put the sugar into the empty sugar canister. I don't have time and I don't have a good place to store the canisters, And my measuring cups don't fit into the top of it anyway. Sanity stealer!! I'm done with you, stupid canister. Out you go.
Rusty/dusty pennies? We aren't that broke
not anymore.
That stupid pan? I likely would have had to stay up late after the kids were in bed trying to salvage it, which would have resulted in grouchy tired mama the next day. Not worth it, not even a little bit.
I just took out two large bags of ugly hangers
that's right, just because they were ugly. We had too many and they were always all over the floor and being broken. See ya. Not anymore you ugly clear plastic or no shoulder slot having hunks of junk. Not my problem.
And I threw out a ratty old poly satin comforter. It had stuffing coming it of it, and was POLYESTER. Blech.
I could keep going, but my trash bin is now halfway full and I have to leave room for household trash. The truck comes Thursday. I can't wait.