Behind the Name

The summer of 2015 found me overwhelmed and exhausted.  I had a new baby, zero energy and a to-do list that never ended. Everywhere I looked, there was something to clean, to fold, to dust, to put away.  I was getting increasingly frustrated with all the stuff that filled our home.  STUFF.  Once I realized that’s all it was, I knew something had to be done.

I decided to embark on my biggest purge excursion to date!  I’m talking major overhaul, none of that measly “one grocery bag full of random knick-knacks” business.  I felt like a volcano, lava bubbling angerly beneath the surface, about to erupt. Or maybe this was the eruption.

Around this time, I found myself in my usual habitat, surrounded by laundry baskets full of clothes than needed to be washed, folded and put away (seriously THE worst chore of them all.)  For the umpteenth time, I asked myself, How can two adults and one baby constantly have SO MUCH laundry?

The train of thoughts didn’t stop there.

If we didn’t have so much, I wouldn’t be so frustrated. 

If we didn’t have so much, I wouldn’t have to spend as much time cleaning and organizing. 

If we didn’t have so much, *GASP* I could do things that I actually like doing! 
Do we even NEED everything in this house? Do we even WANT everything in this house? 

And so on and so on. I couldn’t stop my mind at this point and so while the momentum was there, I made the official announcement to Mitch and went to work.

I grabbed some garbage bags and with a very realistic attitude, I tackled my closet. The dresser. The pantry. The dish cupboard… THE DISH CUPBOARD.

I’m the only person in our household who drinks coffee, tea, or any hot beverage for that matter, which brought up a very serious question: WHY IN THE WORLD DO I HAVE MORE THAN 20 MUGS?? Twenty?!

Clink clink clank. One by one, I placed them into a box for Goodwill. It was both a laughable and liberating experience.  Sure, I liked those mugs, in fact I probably kept more than I should have, but I bid farewell to at least a dozen of them. And you gotta start somewhere.

And so there you have it. 20 mugs. The journey began.

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