All The Stuff We Have . . .
Friday, November 22, 2019
Even though during last year's renovation project we filled a BIG dumpster THREE times, and took a lot of other things to the thrift store for recycling . . . we still have stuff.
A LOT of stuff.
And stuff needs to be taken care of.
It's so easy to have a lot of stuff but nothing to use.
Because the stuff is lost somewhere.
Or the stuff is broken. And needs to be fixed.
Or the stuff is dirty. And needs to be cleaned.
But: even when my stuff is neatly stored so its available and in working order and clean . . . I sometimes realized that I'm not "permitting" myself to enjoy my stuff.
My good china -- the bone china, with its marvellous translucency? Nicely shelved in the illuminated china cabinet . . . with sparkling glasses and silver neatly stored too -- which somehow almost never makes it to the table.
That blush coloured cashmere sweater?
That beautiful framed photo of me with DH still in the basement because we haven't got round to re-hanging most of our art pieces after the renovation?
My jazz records which could be played on the turntable set up again in the TV room: but somehow I never get round to it?
Those old first edition Canadian novels which I remember from my childhood and which are shelved nicely but I'm not getting round to re-reading them?
Too busy too busy too busy too busy.
And sometimes also just thinking . . . I should "save" that. I might "need" it later. Or if I used it, it might get broken. It might get all pilly and worn out. It might get dirty and I'd need to have it cleaned . . .
What am I saving it for?
All that stuff? That surrounds me in abundance? I can treat myself.
It's for me, to be kind to me. Right here and right now.