The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
In my former, pre-pediatric bone marrow transplant unit resident life, I had a lot of stuff. I think stuff comforted me. I didn’t think anything about picking up a new lippy from the drugstore (ever seeking the perfect shade), adding another scarf to my messy pile, or oddly, buying earrings when my hair was too long to see them. (Of course, my magpie-like behavior was totes enabled by having a job at the time.)
My shiny, sparkly, comforting stuff hung from earring trees and wall hooks, languished in storage boxes under the bed, and crept into my husband’s closet. While I wasn’t a hoarder, I did have at least one problem in common with hoarders: I forgot a lot of what I owned. Which meant it wasn’t getting used or worn either.
Now my personal care items and everyday jewelry fit in one striped bag.
And I love it. My life is simpler. I discovered I don’t need a lot of stuff to comfort or adorn me (and it only took three decades!). It’s been freeing to declutter our house, and get it ready for our autoimmune-compromised teen to come home, hopefully in a few months. It’s been enlightening to re-mix the same clothes and jewelry, and find a much more bold, easy style (which I hope you’ll get to see in the not-too-distant future).
I even pitched all of my hair-styling accessories, because I simplified the do, too. I keep cutting more off. I can’t even use a straightening iron. Awesomes!
At least peeps can see my earrings now.
Did you notice the blog title and header change? As some doors in my life closed, others opened. I’ll be blathering rather a lot about magical new doors revealing wondrous adventures and places, even after the doors I thought I wanted to enter so badly have been firmly shut and locked.
I’m also blogging at http://cotaforkeeceefd.com/blog if you want to follow our family’s journey through a curative stem cell transplant for Sickle Cell Disease.