I've spent a lot of time this last day or two, shunting things round. It feels as tho everytime I pick something up to put it in it's rightful place, I uncover something else that should have already been dealt with. The whole place is way messier than it was before I started. It's almost enough to stop a person in their tracks and I remember why we get tempted to give up on counselling if everytime we take a peek at one thing there's more rubbish hidden underneath.
I've filled the vacuum with car hair. I've almost filled the brown bin with paper, and the black bin with stuff that cannot be recycled. And I'm about to take the wedding dress to the charity shop. My nose is full of dust, my heart full of sadness. But I'm determined to make the environment one where my boyfriend and his daughter can breathe more easily. I guess these things take time and way more effort than I'm usually prepared to make.
My reward is almost a whole day off - maybe I'll take some things to the tip, but I'm hoping to get out and see some lovely leaves on trees. I need something restorative and I've read that time amongst greenery (or hopefully brownery, reddery and yellowery) is brilliant for reducing stress. Hope you get to do whatever restores you today too :)
Very disappointing. I left it too late and the shop where I'd already enquired, with the enthusiastic "of course we'd love your wedding dress" was shut and no-one came from the back to my knock, tho they were still there. So I took it to the next charity shop where the woman begrudgingly took it over the counter saying "I'll take it off you". As if it was a nuisance. As if it wasn't a massive deal to me that I'd finally decided to part with it. As if it wasn't beautiful and a treasure worth cherishing. Bloody metaphors.
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