I have a stack of lids. I don’t know if I have the containers that fit the lids. Yesterday when I cleaned the basement, I tossed them into my work area.
Tonight when I cleaned out my work area I moved the lids to the other side of the basement and placed them on top of boxes I still have to unpack.
Tomorrow I will move the lids again when I unpack the boxes they are sitting on.
I have moved four times in the last three years. I have taken all my lids with me. I may need them one day.
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Today is the day I will make a decision about the lids. I feel brave as I approach the stack. Is it possible that I will find the containers they fit, and throw away the lids that I don’t need? I also have a wheel chair wheel and two maple ends to a crib that I found beside a neighbors garbage can last fall. They were so interesting. And maybe I could make something with them.
These objects are cluttering my brain. I have moved them around downstairs like the lids. I am not sure what to do with the wheel or the crib ends. I don’t have a good place to store them. I don’t want them anymore. I want to simplify my life. In the book Simplicity by Kim Thomas, she states the importance of narrowing our focus, “If we don’t narrow down what we apply ourselves to in life, we will go about trying to do a little of everything and basically contribute mush when we could add our own unique color.”
I do not want to create mush. If you use too many colors when you mix paint, you will get brown. My youngest daughter and I tried to make the icing for a white layer cake look like a red apple. The food coloring we used made the icing look pink. We added more colors to try to make it green instead. The icing ended up looking sort of brownish green. Her friends wouldn’t eat it because it didn’t look appetizing.
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life moving the lids with no containers from one side of the basement to the other. The neighbors will ask my husband,”How is your wife? I don’t see her much anymore.”
“Oh, she is very busy in the basement. She stacks and unstacks plastic container lids. She moves them from one side of the basement to the other. I don’t see her much either.”
I want to narrow down what I apply myself to. The supplies for crafts I have not worked on in years that were stored in boxes in the basement, are now in the garage. I will take them to the church rummage sale in a few weeks. The lids that have no containers are in recycling.
Today I will create with color, and not make mush.
