Laundry and getting rid of stuff...
Like everyone on the planet, I have to do laundry. I also have way more clothing than I will ever need, with a good chunk of it stuff I've been given and will never wear or stuff that I no longer wear for whatever reason. Due to having been poor as fuck for a lot of years I have a hard time getting rid of the accumulated clothing because at one point I was desperate enough to wear what I had even if I didn't like it because I couldn't even afford to go to a thrift store to buy more.
Now, that is certainly not the case as I can afford to buy brand new clothing. Sure, a lot of it is from Walmart or online from places like Zulily, but still. It's brand new, never been worn by anybody else, and it's more to my style. Yet, I still keep accepting clothing that people want to give me...even though I really don't need it. Some of it can and will be turned into a different piece of clothing at some point, but some of it will never grace my body in a million years. But still it sits in my room, getting washed thanks to my cats shedding on everything or deciding they don't like their freshly cleaned litter box.
I'm in the process of doing my laundry right now. All of my clothes, whether they've been on my ass at some point in the past couple of weeks or not. And as it's coming out of the dryer I have been carefully folding it all into piles of stuff I will/may wear and stuff I won't wear. The stuff I won't wear is then going into a clear garbage bag to be dropped off at a clothing donation bin, and the rest is going into my clean laundry baskets.
The idea behind this is that anything I wear over the following two weeks will be washed and put into a separate laundry bin (I have several, but even this needs to be pared down eventually), and the rest will be put into a bag for donation. Obviously I do have a few items of clothing that aren't going to be worn on a regular basis, but those also get hung up right away (dresses, fancy sweaters and tops, and dress pants for work). But even these will get pared down in a year's time if I haven't worn them at all.
I already have a full bag of clothing to donate - nobody needs 10 pairs of yoga pants, all black. Or 13 black spaghetti strap tank tops. Or the bleach stained grey tank top that you wore while bleaching your daughter's hair in preparation for dark green colour. Or the Barbie pink t-shirt somebody gave you because they thought it would look cute on you even though the only pink you willingly wear is pink underwear, or the murky greyish pink shirt that you actually like for some reason. And holding onto clothes that are too small for you or too big for you is just a waste of space - if it doesn't fit you now, just get rid of it. Especially if you're like me and wear a lot of stretchy clothing (it's comfy and I'm all about being comfy) because a size up or down isn't going to make a whole lot of difference. I can tell you that it was nice to get rid of the stuff that was way too big for me because it used to fit, but now it falls off of me or looks like I'm wearing a potato sack. Weight loss for the win!
And being comfortable enough to get rid of so much is such a freeing feeling! Sure, I still feel a bit apprehensive about it, but at the same time I no longer feel like I absolutely MUST keep all the things. And I know this will also make it easier for me to get rid of more things around the house so it looks less like a hoarder lives here. Slowly but surely, I am overcoming that particular hang-up of mine.
And it's day three of being on the new med. I am not really noticing a whole lot of changes other than a couple of side-effects that will go away in time. But I was told that it can take 2-3 weeks for me to feel the effects of the Welbutrin. I will do my best and hold onto the hope that this will help me get out of the hole I've been in for far too long. And hopefully that includes getting through all the clutter I've got in the house!
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