Once you’ve had the workout of running to and fro in an attempt to locate all of your frocks, smocks, and socks (don’t forget coats, wedding dresses, and unmarried socks) you can commence with the culling.
The person I envision is edgy, witty, and well read. She is beautiful, strong, and wealthy. She is self sufficient but also a great partner and a doting mother of semi-free-range children. She speaks different languages, she gardens, paints, plays the ukulele, runs ultramarathons, climbs mountains, cooks wholesome meals, takes excellent photos, writes, is a great public speaker, and is generally and at all times in the running for teacher of the year.
She sounds absolutely neurotic. I probably wouldn’t even be her friend.
When I was in my 20s, engagements seemed to be taking place all around me on my college campus. What a nice thing to be loved and to love someone in return, I thought. However, when someone got engaged, the first thing people ask about isn’t how excited they are for the wedding or how wonderful their spouse-to-be is.
“Let’s see it!” We demand.
I’ve gotten rid of my things and we have pared down our items and our kids’ items. As soon as my mission towards minimalism passed through Me-town and We-town, I failed to hit the brakes and flew right through my husband’s border security.
“Not enough” has become a mantra whether we realize it or not and we usually make the subject of the sentence all about us. How egotistical.
A Startling Statistic According to an LA Times article on American consumerism, the average household has 300,000 things (MacVean). As I ritually clean up my children’s toys, my books and magazines, and our dishes and clothes, I understand the dilemma. I spend hours cleaning, sorting, and organizing these items each week. I’ve just been doing …
Suddenly I get a messaging alert. A friend is inviting ALL of her Facebook friends to a Facebook party for LuLaRoe. It’s the third invitation by a third friend this week and it’s only Wednesday.
My mom did what she always does when stressed or happy or sad…she shopped. It was a common practice she and I shared.