I spent the day packing my apartment.
That sentence seems like a lot more was accomplished than what actually happened. Really I spent the day picking things up, putting them back down, and walking in circles.
The process can demonstrate priorities in what you actually value; do you feel like packing this votive candle holder? No? Then throw it away. Those shoes that you bought 5 years ago but have worn only twice, in the hopes that waiting a few years will change the shape of your feet so the shoes no longer hurt when you wear them? Yeah. They still hurt. Trash.
I have donated countless items of clothing to thrift stores, so my karma won't be affected much if I just toss some clothes into the trash at this point. I can't set aside every pair of relaxed-fit jeans (why did we ever wear these?) to bring to a thrift store, when really I am trying to get stuff packed. If I bring those pants to be donated, I'll just come back home with more clothes I don't need and perhaps a cast iron muffin pan. And let me tell you, those cast iron pans are NOT LIGHTWEIGHT. Packing them was unpleasant.
So I have successfully packed the aforementioned cast iron cookery things, as well as my Fiestaware collection (blues and pale greens, including lots of out-of-production stuff, yes it's awesome so don't be jealous) and my Kitchen Aid mixer. One would think I cook, with the importance I placed on my cooking-related things. But I eat out every day. I just like having it there, in case I do decide to make...something.
All the furniture...time to go. I want new stuff anyway. Bye. If you want a wine rack--which I love, despite the fact that I don't like to drink wine--let me know. I'll even throw in the wine glasses, because, well, I enjoy milk and cookies from a regular glass just as easily.