March 27. 2015
I have subscriptions to many magazines – and I never have the time to read them. They pile up – neatly – and I keep thinking somehow tomorrow will be remarkably dissimilar to today and I will suddenly have all the free time in the world and I’ll read magazines.
And sales catalogs – Lands End, LL Bean, Jockey, Country Curtains. I once had a thing where I would get the flier or catalog out of the mailbox and assess right then and there – what were the odds I’d ever buy anything from it? If the answer were really low, meaning the simple answer to that question was no, out it would go. It lasted only a few days and then I didn’t have the assessment time and they piled up again.
Now, by pile I mean there’s a stack only about a foot high. So, tonight, I bagged it all up, looked wistfully at the stuff I will not be buying and the places in the travel magazines I will not be visiting, and out it goes. And in the process, I freed up a shelf. Where I left my IKEA catalog without which I choose not to be.
I had been piling them up on the floor until I emptied out my library and created an empty shelf which promptly became the resting place for the pile.
Dumb. Out damned pile!