Its Not My Birthday

A GOOD THING, RIGHT?

Because You Probably Didn’t Get Me Anything …  

That’s okay.

I don’t need more stuff.

Nada.  Zilch.

 

BEING MORE

With Less …  

I’m Good Without Extra.

Been decluttering the past couple years decades.

… Making Room For What Matters.

 

DUMPING, DISCARDING

My Choice … Living Leaner

Not to be confused with Being Leaner.  And, that, too.

Or, Wiser … Mensa still doesn’t return my calls.  Smartasses.

… I’m Way Over The Insatiable, Unsustainable Burden Of Conspicuous Consumption (*).

 

THE SIZE OF LESS MATTERS

Down Sizing … Smart Sizing …  

Just Feels About Right Sizing.

“Don’t Use It, Lose It, Darling.”

… Inevitably, Whatever Size Fits, Works.

 

QUASI MINIMALIST

Ownership … Possessions … Collecting … 

Been Right There.  Its Not My Thing Anymore.

I’ve stopped Wanting crap that I don’t Need.

… And, Will Probably Never Use.

 

LIVING SIMPLER

Is Complicated …  In The Beginning …

Get’s easier.  Letting go.  As you go.

“Divesting Of The Non-Essential = Throwing Sh!t Out.”

… Keeping The Rest.  

 

WHAT ABOUT THE NEW CAR?

Guilty Pleasure … 

Justified by necessity – I use it at least twice a day – and, I really needed a Blue car.

Plus, I’m still flirtatious with Hypocrisy, teased by my little ol’ Ego.

… So, There’s That Chestnut I Haven’t Roasted.

 

TCHOTCHKE

Cha Cha Chäch-ke … It’s Not A Dance … Though I Like The Sound Of It … 

Small Trinkets.  Chafe me.  Cluttering up space.

Whatever the name – Phobia – I have it.

I prefer it sparse.  Clean as a Bean.  To see The Forest Without The Trees Blocking The View.

 

TWO SUITCASE RULE

Everything You’ll Ever Need In Life … 

Can fit in your Head – and – in your Heart.

“Never Seen A Hearse Pulling A U-Haul?”

Much more … is where the argument starts … an invitation for Greed to undermine Intellect and Spirit. 

 

BLAME IT ON FEET

Socks Get A Pass … Lose One, And The Sole Surviving Toe-Heel-Ankle Warmer Is Useless In Its Only Purpose …

The Plan goes straight into the dumpster.

Shoes For Every Occasion is the consumer mantra.

Because, We’ll Never Have Fewer Occasions Than Sense, Right?

 

WHAT’S IN MY CLOSET?

Too Many Shirts …  

And, the nearly optimal number of pants.  Why are they called ‘Pairs’ if there’s only one?

Suitable for a immodest wardrobe that fluctuates with the season.

… Yes, “Winter Weight” Is A Season.

 

CLEANING OUT, CLEANING UP

Letting Go … Is Easy … 

I purge seasonally.  Donate to a local charity.  Not as I often as I should.

Occasionally, they’ll send things back.  Mostly, poor fashion choices I’ve collected, contemplated, and relegated to the far right of my closet.

… Evidently, There Isn’t Much Demand For A Lavender Dress Shirt With French Cuffs.  

 

BANKER’S BOX

Where All The Untossable Stuff I’ll Never Toss Out Lives … 

Photos.  Yearbooks.  Paper.

Yadacetera.

… You should know, I still can’t find My Library Card.

 

SYNCHONICITY OF INTELLECT & EMOTION

Is Where Sensible Decisions Are Made … Harmony Is Found.

“Does My Head Always Talk To My Heart?”

Only When It Needs Something.  Selfish like that.

They can both be stubborn.  Ignoring the other.  Silent for uncomfortable spells. Dismissive even The occasional side eye in the mirror.  About it.

CAKE & EAT IT, TOO

To prove a point of near irrationality, on the parade home from work yesterday, I moseyed my carcass to the Always Happy People’s Republic of Wal-Mart … 

I picked up a dandy 12-Quart Stock Pot.  Shiny.  Stainless Steel.  Heavy.

My Why?  I like making stock.  Big pots of homemade stock.

And, that old 8-Quart relic was Just The Wrong Size to do the job.

 

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