Control

I do not like to be out of control.  I don't need to control other people, but I do have the need to control my life.  I realized a while back that's why I don't like to fly.  If something "goes wrong" there's not a damn thing I can do about it.  I just have to sit there and take my fate.  Never mind that there's a very small chance of something going wrong.  

The election results and the ensuing horror of the 4 years to come, not to mention the repercussions for years after that?  Out of my control, but going to affect people I love.  My mom needing chemo for the second time in her life, and having some serious side effects from it?  Out of my control.  

And that's why I enjoy decluttering and organizing.  The control over my own life.  I can make sure my home feels less chaotic and not one single person can stop me.  (I mean, I have a husband I consult with, but we are pretty much a team.) 

I also like being prepared.  I don't mean I'm one of those people who packs a million things I don't need when going on vacation.  I make a list with what I need, and check it off as I go.  But I figure as long as I have the things that aren't easily replicated, I'm good.  I'll be in trouble without my meds but if for some reason I need more underwear, off to the store I'll go to get some.  No need to pack 5 extra pairs.  

Anyway, in my quest for organization/control, yesterday I decided it was time to tackle the foyer closet.  It was a repository for games, puzzles, coats, gloves, winter hats, and some miscellaneous stuff that belongs to my husband.  Do we talk about working on puzzles together?  Yes we do.  Do we ACTUALLY put puzzles together?  We do not.  My husband was ready to let most of those go yesterday.  He kept two.  

Here's what's set to leave our home:

four puzzles, dominoes, husband's hoodie.



And these 3 items are headed to eBay.  







A few things went into the trash:  regrettably, a pair of Thinsulate gloves.  The husband had left one of them in my dad's old truck that was parked outside and some creature had ripped the lining out for nest material.  Old papers and non-working pens from his backpack/lunchbox.  

Time to make a drop-off at the thrift store soon.  I have a couple bags full that need to go.  









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