Stuff. I get a warped view of my stuff which comes straight from my pioneer ancestors. Stuff is to be saved, preserved and protected. It's usefulness should be eked out over a lifetime.
Why do I allow my favorite red shoes to collect dust in my closet? Because I am saving them.
Why don't I use my gorgeous stoneware bowls with the blue stripe? Because I'm saving them.
Why don't I make apple turnovers today? Because I'm saving that for a special occasion.
Why don't I use that silky eye cream that sits on the third shelf of the mirror cabinet?
Why don't I wear that perfume? You get the idea.
That mindset does not jive with my season of life. I need my stuff to serve me. I need it to protect me. I need to use my stuff till it frays, breaks or disintegrates. Sure it's nice to hold onto a few precious items and keep them nice ad infinitum but most stuff is meant to bring joy NOW. How did I miss that?
Child #2 did not miss that. Take his blue sneakers for example. They were his favorites. I bought them three months ago and already he has worn gaping holes through the toes and managed to separate the rubber sole from the rest of the shoe. That kid put some serious milage and memories into those shoes.
Tonight I made the most glorious apple turnovers. I painted nails with my children. Now I am off to use luxurious amounts of "satin hands" skin cream. There may be hope for me yet.
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