W went out of town this weekend--back back woodsy camping with a bunch of dudes.
I went (in this specific order)--- 80s dancing, bass practicing, girl sleepover-ing, shopping, another girl sleepover; and then I purged.
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Sometimes it's tough living in a really small space. Other times it's a gift. It has truly taught me how to live more simply (+ a MOTHER load of patience). This weekend I finally got rid of all the clothes, shoes, and thingys that really have no place in my life any more. It's been several rounds before I've landed here: completely cleaned out, not one useless tank or sad skirt that never gets asked to dance any more, not one shoe still gasping for air.
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This last batch was 10 pounds, not including 7 pairs of shoes. It's true what they say, I feel like that weight came right off of me. I also did some rearranging of the house while he was gone, it's feeling less cluttered and more bright and open (kinda like how I'm feeling on the inside these days).
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[caption id="attachment_2560" align="aligncenter" width="349" caption="...even had time to practice my new blue bass this weekend. yeah!"][/caption]
There is no trace of fabric death and shoe rot in my drawers and closet any more--it's all active, current, and...alive.
And that's just how I feel right now: alive.
Wow, I needed that. And now I'm ready for the W to come home.
***Song of the Moment: It Beats 4 U, by My Morning Jacket***