I made homemade biscuits and gravy from scratch this morning. Go me. Yeah, it's sad that it feels like some sort of victory. I can count how many times my rolling pin has been used. So, with flour all over my hands, I feel very happy to have made something that cost like a nickle instead of buying the frozen Pilsbury biscuits for three bucks. Plus, with my commitment not to buy new food until we use all we have, it's good to know that we won't have to just eat beans and rice. We have plenty of flour.
Our oldest daughter, Jolie, and her boyfriend were coming home from the beach yesterday and with it being 108 degrees outside (literally), his car broke down. When Adrian came home from work at 6:00 pm, we drove down to rescue them. It was about a three and a half hour trip to find them, which gave us lots of chat time. Of course all I could talk about was Jen Hatmaker's book, 7. I don't know why this book is making me feel so messed up, but it is.
I have been feeling restless and frustrated since I began reading it. I am realizing the extent of the excess in my life and it makes my heart hurt. I feel impatient. I told Adrian that I want to just give everything away and go live in the forest with him and the children. We could camp and live off the land. Wouldn't that be soooo romantic? I held his hand as he drove, and visualized myself fetching water from the the river and our little dirty, barefoot babies gathering berries.
Adrian reminded me that I hate camping. He's right. I do. As a kid, I loved it though, so maybe my camper spirit is still in there somewhere. Plus he mentioned, "How could you survive without Facebook if you lived in the forest?" I hung my head in shame. The old me (as if I am a new me already, which I am definitely not) would have jumped up to defend my Social Network Habit. It's not so bad. I need it. I use it instead of e mail. People send Lula Belle questions in my message box. (I write a weekly newspaper advice column, called Ask Lula Belle). I have to check it frequently. I have to know if someone needs me.
But I didn't defend myself this time. I know I don't just use it to receive messages. I stalk people on it. I am a stalker. I stalk my friends. Sometimes for HOURS. I look through their family vacation photographs. I read their updates. I know when their cars break down, or when they have gone to the dentist, when they clean their house, when they bake cookies, when they execute a project from Pintrest, and when they need prayers. But because I know all this stuff about the folks I care about, I don't call them any more. We don't have dinner parties any more. What in the heck would we talk about if we were to get together? We already know everything. And plus, all my funny stories would fall on dead ears 'cause they already know the punch line from reading about it on my funny status that got like 56 "likes."
There is a chapter in the book about Media. After reading it, I had to ask myself if Media like Facebook is a false Idol in my life. It totally is. So are certain TV shows, like Sister Wives. I really like that show. I really like the whole TLC channel. In 7, Jen Hatmaker and her entire family give up 7 forms of Media for a month. It's a funny chapter. Her writing makes me laugh and she seems to keep it real.
I want my family to give up 7 forms of media too. We pay 78 dollars a month to watch television. Good grief. That's dumb. We didn't have it for years and years and did just fine. Adrian says he won't give it up, but I can do it. I suppose it is a tiny step. It's not the same as giving everything away to go live in the forest, but it may feel like it. Goodbye Cody and his four wives. I'll miss you. Goodbye Baby shows that make me want to have 10 more babies. Goodbye Facebook. I will not be logging in until August first, come what may. I don't even think I am going to announce it. (ha ha, I just did.) I will just be missing in action. But really, who cares? My friends and I have about 500 friends each. Out of 500 people, who could miss just one? And if they really need me, they know my phone number.
Oh man, I better delete the Facebook app from my phone. Too much temptation that thing is. It chirps at me all the time, "Chirp! Someone loves you. Chirp! Yes, you matter. Chirp! Yes, you must be important to have 73 messages and notifications. Chirp! You are so funny that 56 people like you right now at the exact moment." I don't need this. Yes, I am deep down an insecure person, but the reassurance that I am loved only needs to come from God and my family.... not from folks I haven't seen in twenty years. Sigh.
"Sometimes you have to give up a like for something you love."
Goals: continue to eat what we already have before buying more. Give up Facebook for 30 days. Keep cleaning out those drawers.
Dear Heavenly Father, I give thanks to Thee for the restlessness I am experiencing. I thank Thee for awakening me. Three more children are coming home today. I ask Thee to help me be a good teacher to them. Help me be a good example. Help me fill the Facebook void with actual productivity. Help me guide my children to what is truly meaningful and important in life. Help me bring them closer to Thee. In the name of the One who said, Let the children come to me, Amen.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Day 2
I did an inventory of the food we already have in our pantry, refrigerator, and freezer this morning. We have way more than I thought. I found all kinds of things in our freezer that I had forgotten about. We still have some left over goodies from an Omaha Steaks Christmas gift. I didn't know that. Score! We have tons of beans and rice in our pantry that my husband has been stocking up on as our emergency supply. I never think twice about that top shelf in the pantry because it is all food for a rainy day or the end of the world. It's good to be married to a Mormon boy who learned the value of food storage at an early age.
After looking through our food storage, I realized something quite embarrassing and sad. I don't know how to cook. I am serious. Yes, I know how to make things for meals, I do cook for seven people every day, but I really don't know how to cook. I can make casseroles. I can make recipes. I have more cook books than the average bear. I read food blogs for fun. My slow cooker is my friend. But I don't really know how to cook a steak, a pork chop, or a chicken. My biscuits come from the freezer and cost over $3.00 for a bag of 12. My kids eat frozen pizza and chicken nuggets at least once a week. I have only soaked beans over night one time in my life. It was an epic fail. This is how big my culinary skill deficit is. Who doesn't know how to make biscuits or soak beans? (me) It's not like it's rocket science.
So, my six year old and I headed to the library for story time and I found a BASIC cook book. I think it is called How to Cook Basic Food, or something exciting like that. But it's exactly what I needed. No recipe has strange ingredients, and nothing in the book comes from anything pre-made. It's like: meat. salt. pepper. the end. There ain't no call for cream of chicken soup. It's cookin' from scratch like our grannies did. It's obviously all about technique. Lord help us all. (seriously). I have ADD and have trouble watching things turn a certain color and then lifting it off at the right time. I burn everything. And I kill plants by over-watering but that is a different story. I guess I just do lots off stuff "too much."
For lunch I found some soup in the back of the pantry. I really wanted a turkey sandwich and actually thought about going to the store to buy some turkey. But I couldn't fail on my first day of trying. So I didn't. And the soup was yummy. I did realize we were going to run out of bread, though. And that's not so bad for me, but my six year old only weighs 30 pounds and has significant developmental delays and autism. He likes bread. And I am not going to totally deprive him of what he eats for lunch because finding an alternative might take an entire month. So, my husband offered to start baking bread from scratch again. Bless him. He used to make our bread in the good ole days and it was delicious. He made his own jam from the blackberry bushes in our back yard too. Have I ever told you how much I love this man? He is awesome. We did have to buy some more active yeast at the store... and he bought some ketchup. But that was his idea, not mine. He saw all the hamburger patties I had unearthed in the freezer.
Dinner tonight was pork chops from Omaha Steaks with apples and onions. The whole house still smells goooood. I learned how to cook it from the new BASIC cookbook. I felt like Julia Child. My husband was surprised when he came home from work. I was wearing an apron and everything. And I was barefoot. I think it turned him on.
I found a Dairy Queen coupon for a free Dilly Bar. We took the six year old for a treat. That's not really on my plan of becoming less gluttonous, but hey, the other four children will be home on Saturday and it's hard to split a Dilly Bar.
I cleaned out a drawer in my bedside table today. I didn't have any give aways this time, but did find some treasures. I found some letters and cards that people sent me when my Daddy passed away. I found some art work from the kids, and several silver baby cups. And of course I also found lots of outdated junk and I filled a small garbage bag. Be gone junk!
Oh! And my six year old and I made a delivery to the thrift store on the way home from the library this morning. I had 2 big black lawn bags full of gently used clothes and shoes that had been sitting around my house for... gosh.... six months. In bags. I just never made the time to deliver the bags. I don't know why. Maybe it's hard to let go of things even if I know I don't need them. But they are gone now and I really hope the children who will get them will enjoy them. It was cute stuff.
Today, 25,000 people in the world died of starvation. How could I ever look in my kitchen and say, "There's nothing in here to eat!" ??
Dear Heavenly Father, I thank Thee for a clear mind today. I thank Thee for the library. I thank Thee for all the food in my kitchen. I pray I will be grateful for each and every item until it is gone. I pray that the four children who are not back from the beach yet will not roll their eyes at me when I explain what's going on around here with my attempt to rescue our life from the excess. In the name of the One who asks me to give it all away and follow Him. Amen.
After looking through our food storage, I realized something quite embarrassing and sad. I don't know how to cook. I am serious. Yes, I know how to make things for meals, I do cook for seven people every day, but I really don't know how to cook. I can make casseroles. I can make recipes. I have more cook books than the average bear. I read food blogs for fun. My slow cooker is my friend. But I don't really know how to cook a steak, a pork chop, or a chicken. My biscuits come from the freezer and cost over $3.00 for a bag of 12. My kids eat frozen pizza and chicken nuggets at least once a week. I have only soaked beans over night one time in my life. It was an epic fail. This is how big my culinary skill deficit is. Who doesn't know how to make biscuits or soak beans? (me) It's not like it's rocket science.
So, my six year old and I headed to the library for story time and I found a BASIC cook book. I think it is called How to Cook Basic Food, or something exciting like that. But it's exactly what I needed. No recipe has strange ingredients, and nothing in the book comes from anything pre-made. It's like: meat. salt. pepper. the end. There ain't no call for cream of chicken soup. It's cookin' from scratch like our grannies did. It's obviously all about technique. Lord help us all. (seriously). I have ADD and have trouble watching things turn a certain color and then lifting it off at the right time. I burn everything. And I kill plants by over-watering but that is a different story. I guess I just do lots off stuff "too much."
For lunch I found some soup in the back of the pantry. I really wanted a turkey sandwich and actually thought about going to the store to buy some turkey. But I couldn't fail on my first day of trying. So I didn't. And the soup was yummy. I did realize we were going to run out of bread, though. And that's not so bad for me, but my six year old only weighs 30 pounds and has significant developmental delays and autism. He likes bread. And I am not going to totally deprive him of what he eats for lunch because finding an alternative might take an entire month. So, my husband offered to start baking bread from scratch again. Bless him. He used to make our bread in the good ole days and it was delicious. He made his own jam from the blackberry bushes in our back yard too. Have I ever told you how much I love this man? He is awesome. We did have to buy some more active yeast at the store... and he bought some ketchup. But that was his idea, not mine. He saw all the hamburger patties I had unearthed in the freezer.
Dinner tonight was pork chops from Omaha Steaks with apples and onions. The whole house still smells goooood. I learned how to cook it from the new BASIC cookbook. I felt like Julia Child. My husband was surprised when he came home from work. I was wearing an apron and everything. And I was barefoot. I think it turned him on.
I found a Dairy Queen coupon for a free Dilly Bar. We took the six year old for a treat. That's not really on my plan of becoming less gluttonous, but hey, the other four children will be home on Saturday and it's hard to split a Dilly Bar.
I cleaned out a drawer in my bedside table today. I didn't have any give aways this time, but did find some treasures. I found some letters and cards that people sent me when my Daddy passed away. I found some art work from the kids, and several silver baby cups. And of course I also found lots of outdated junk and I filled a small garbage bag. Be gone junk!
Oh! And my six year old and I made a delivery to the thrift store on the way home from the library this morning. I had 2 big black lawn bags full of gently used clothes and shoes that had been sitting around my house for... gosh.... six months. In bags. I just never made the time to deliver the bags. I don't know why. Maybe it's hard to let go of things even if I know I don't need them. But they are gone now and I really hope the children who will get them will enjoy them. It was cute stuff.
Today, 25,000 people in the world died of starvation. How could I ever look in my kitchen and say, "There's nothing in here to eat!" ??
Dear Heavenly Father, I thank Thee for a clear mind today. I thank Thee for the library. I thank Thee for all the food in my kitchen. I pray I will be grateful for each and every item until it is gone. I pray that the four children who are not back from the beach yet will not roll their eyes at me when I explain what's going on around here with my attempt to rescue our life from the excess. In the name of the One who asks me to give it all away and follow Him. Amen.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Day 1
OK, so I am finally reading 7 by Jen Hatmaker. My sister has been raving about this book for months. I've heard many interesting tales of my sister experimenting with 7 foods, and 7 articles of clothing, and purging excess from her life. My ears would perk up when she would share things with me over the phone about this book and how the lessons have enlightened her life. So, while at the beach this week, she gave me the book for my birthday! Yippee for me!
I am of course on fire after reading half the book so far. This is typical me style. I have so many great books on my shelves about all kinds of great things which leads me to having all these great intentions. But it's really hard to make lasting changes. I know I need to change some things in my life, but it's like I have some sort of mind block. I usually last two weeks before I give up on any great idea.
But this book is messing with my heart, which is different from the great books that mess with my head. I feel something tugging on the deepest part of me as I read this hilariously wise woman's thoughts and ideas. I am truly beginning to see all the excess in my life with fresh eyes. It is heart breaking, let me tell you.
I totally have a dual personality when it comes to my attitude. Sometimes I fully realize the struggle my family of seven faces. With my husband's business failing and going down the toilet a few years ago, things have really changed financially for my family. I get upset and tell myself, "This totally sucks." Other times, I can kick myself in the butt and say, "We are too blessed to be stressed." Both statements are true.
It doesn't really matter if we've been rich or poor, because no matter what the condition of our bank accounts has been, we have over- indulged ourselves. And I would have never admitted that before, because everything feels like a sacrifice when you are raising five children. I don't get my nails done. I don't buy new clothes. I get my hair professionally cut only once a year. My children don't have a lot of clothes. Most of their clothes are hand me downs. I have like four articles of clothing in my closet. Most of my children only own two pairs of shoes at any given time. I borrow my books from the library. We play games and create our own entertainment. My husband drives a hand me down car that has over 200,000 miles on it.
When my husband and I first got married, we pledged to be debt free and lived on just half our income for a long period of time, saving the other half. We didn't have cable TV. We spent fifty dollars a week in groceries and had plenty during those years. In doing so, we were able to save enough money to build our very own house paying cash for everything. Which is a good thing because not having a mortgage has been a huge blessing during the lean years. And on top of that, those were the best years of our lives. It really was when we were the happiest.
We lived in a small apartment, hardly had any worldly possessions, and we were totally happy. We are talking: a mattress on the floor and a baby crib in the corner kind of happy. And oddly enough, it was during those years that we had the most to give away. It was during these years that we paid a full tithing to our church, and supported our favorite non- pofit organizations with small monthly donations.
Our entire wedding cost $500.00 and that included my dress, the flowers, and everything. In fact, in lieu of wedding gifts, we asked for our guests to donate to the charity closest to their heart, or to give to Challenged Child and Friends, a preschool for special needs children where I worked. We weren't trying to save the world or anything, it is just that our mind set back then was, "Gosh, we have EVERYTHING we need. Why would we want fancy china or a new mixer?" 'Cause we were high on love, I tell ya. We were not rich by American standards, but did you know that if you make $35,000 a year, you are in the TOP 4 % income bracket of the world? I. Did. Not. Know. That. And now may I please never consider myself financially struggling.
But don't think I am patting myself on the back. Because I am not. Because though we were successful in the past, something bad happened along the way and I don't know what it is yet. For the past several years, we have been throwing food away. We buy crap. We whine about money. We are not very resourceful. I have overdrawn my account six times this year so far. I am not the self reliant person I once was. I always seem to be needing help. Every drawer in my house is overflowing to the point things spill behind the drawer and get stuck. Every closet has lost its floor. I don't know when the last time I saw the bottom of a closet was. Maybe in 2003? My attic is a land mine. I have bank statements in my office from the year my first child was born. She'll be 18 next month. I have so much STUFF!!!! I have a pantry with plenty of food, yet there is never anything to eat. Because instead of eating the beans and rice on the top shelf, we will buy whatever we were craving. There are food items on my shelf that have 27 ingredients in them because they are not really food, yet, I will eat it any way. And more. And more. And on top of that, I am overweight enough to make myself cry when I see the beach pictures my husband took of me. You bet your bottom dollar that my bottom dollar was cropped out of each and every one. And there are many incomplete projects that need to be done around the house, and I don't have the energy to finish any of them.
I am a GLUTTON. I am lustful. I crave things, even though I think I don't, which is the worst kind of person. It's called denial. I am surrounded by excess. I have too much, and it's never enough. My kids have too many toys. When something breaks, we replace it instead of fixing it. We buy cheap crap made in China and it multiplies, and our toys boxes are way too full of things our children never play with until they see it sticking out of a garbage can after one of my sporadic, random, (OK, PMS) cleaning rampages where I get out the big black garbage bags and attempt a full out attack of the hoard that I never call a hoard of STUFF that we don't need, and then feel bad and will take the kids to the Super Store so they can replace whatever I threw away with new stuff I will throw away at a later date.
I want to be happy. The kind of happy I used to be when I had less. I read that when you get rid of the excess material stuff, there is more room for the Holy Spirit. I hope so. I could really use more Holy Spirit in my life. I know the Spirit was abundant in my life in the good old days when we were so dumb that my husband asked me to marry him after we'd only known each other for six weeks. And I know it was there when we walked down the aisle just six weeks later. And I know it was there when we were making a big ole family, having lots and lots of dreams. Where did it go?
I am grateful that this book is inspiring me and lighting me on fire. Thank you, Jen Hatmaker in Austin Texas for writing this awesome, moving book. I am adjusting the philosophy of 7 to meet my own unique needs at this time, but owe the general ideas to her.
Dear Heavenly Father, I am so grateful for all my blessings, but I have lost my way, and forgotten what a blessing really is in my life. I have it all mixed up with things that aren't really blessings. Please help me as I begin this journey of rescuing my life from the excess. Please help me fight this battle against my gluttonous ways. Help me guide my family to a more spiritual life. And please help my kids with the quick- trigger gag reflex, be able to swallow things like eggs, beans, and spinach, and let them forget all about my argument that Lucky Charms are packed full of vitamins that are good for you. In the name of the One to whom I am surrendering, Amen.
Challenge for the First 30 days: Eat what we already have until it is gone before we buy more food. My pantry is full. My freezer is full. My refrigerator is full. We have plenty of food. With my old eyes, I would not recognize this. But with my new eyes, I can see that there is no reason for us to make a trip to the grocery store tomorrow, or the next day, or the next, or the next, unless running out of fruit juice is a crime on humanity, and it is illegal to eat rice and steamed frozen vegetables for lunch. When this food is gone, I will be embarking on a new challenge of buying only whole, simple, real food that we truly need, no excess.
Clean out one drawer every day. Throw away what needs to be tossed. Give away what someone else can use. Keep only what is truly needed. Lord help me. Seriously.
I am of course on fire after reading half the book so far. This is typical me style. I have so many great books on my shelves about all kinds of great things which leads me to having all these great intentions. But it's really hard to make lasting changes. I know I need to change some things in my life, but it's like I have some sort of mind block. I usually last two weeks before I give up on any great idea.
But this book is messing with my heart, which is different from the great books that mess with my head. I feel something tugging on the deepest part of me as I read this hilariously wise woman's thoughts and ideas. I am truly beginning to see all the excess in my life with fresh eyes. It is heart breaking, let me tell you.
I totally have a dual personality when it comes to my attitude. Sometimes I fully realize the struggle my family of seven faces. With my husband's business failing and going down the toilet a few years ago, things have really changed financially for my family. I get upset and tell myself, "This totally sucks." Other times, I can kick myself in the butt and say, "We are too blessed to be stressed." Both statements are true.
It doesn't really matter if we've been rich or poor, because no matter what the condition of our bank accounts has been, we have over- indulged ourselves. And I would have never admitted that before, because everything feels like a sacrifice when you are raising five children. I don't get my nails done. I don't buy new clothes. I get my hair professionally cut only once a year. My children don't have a lot of clothes. Most of their clothes are hand me downs. I have like four articles of clothing in my closet. Most of my children only own two pairs of shoes at any given time. I borrow my books from the library. We play games and create our own entertainment. My husband drives a hand me down car that has over 200,000 miles on it.
When my husband and I first got married, we pledged to be debt free and lived on just half our income for a long period of time, saving the other half. We didn't have cable TV. We spent fifty dollars a week in groceries and had plenty during those years. In doing so, we were able to save enough money to build our very own house paying cash for everything. Which is a good thing because not having a mortgage has been a huge blessing during the lean years. And on top of that, those were the best years of our lives. It really was when we were the happiest.
We lived in a small apartment, hardly had any worldly possessions, and we were totally happy. We are talking: a mattress on the floor and a baby crib in the corner kind of happy. And oddly enough, it was during those years that we had the most to give away. It was during these years that we paid a full tithing to our church, and supported our favorite non- pofit organizations with small monthly donations.
Our entire wedding cost $500.00 and that included my dress, the flowers, and everything. In fact, in lieu of wedding gifts, we asked for our guests to donate to the charity closest to their heart, or to give to Challenged Child and Friends, a preschool for special needs children where I worked. We weren't trying to save the world or anything, it is just that our mind set back then was, "Gosh, we have EVERYTHING we need. Why would we want fancy china or a new mixer?" 'Cause we were high on love, I tell ya. We were not rich by American standards, but did you know that if you make $35,000 a year, you are in the TOP 4 % income bracket of the world? I. Did. Not. Know. That. And now may I please never consider myself financially struggling.
But don't think I am patting myself on the back. Because I am not. Because though we were successful in the past, something bad happened along the way and I don't know what it is yet. For the past several years, we have been throwing food away. We buy crap. We whine about money. We are not very resourceful. I have overdrawn my account six times this year so far. I am not the self reliant person I once was. I always seem to be needing help. Every drawer in my house is overflowing to the point things spill behind the drawer and get stuck. Every closet has lost its floor. I don't know when the last time I saw the bottom of a closet was. Maybe in 2003? My attic is a land mine. I have bank statements in my office from the year my first child was born. She'll be 18 next month. I have so much STUFF!!!! I have a pantry with plenty of food, yet there is never anything to eat. Because instead of eating the beans and rice on the top shelf, we will buy whatever we were craving. There are food items on my shelf that have 27 ingredients in them because they are not really food, yet, I will eat it any way. And more. And more. And on top of that, I am overweight enough to make myself cry when I see the beach pictures my husband took of me. You bet your bottom dollar that my bottom dollar was cropped out of each and every one. And there are many incomplete projects that need to be done around the house, and I don't have the energy to finish any of them.
I am a GLUTTON. I am lustful. I crave things, even though I think I don't, which is the worst kind of person. It's called denial. I am surrounded by excess. I have too much, and it's never enough. My kids have too many toys. When something breaks, we replace it instead of fixing it. We buy cheap crap made in China and it multiplies, and our toys boxes are way too full of things our children never play with until they see it sticking out of a garbage can after one of my sporadic, random, (OK, PMS) cleaning rampages where I get out the big black garbage bags and attempt a full out attack of the hoard that I never call a hoard of STUFF that we don't need, and then feel bad and will take the kids to the Super Store so they can replace whatever I threw away with new stuff I will throw away at a later date.
I want to be happy. The kind of happy I used to be when I had less. I read that when you get rid of the excess material stuff, there is more room for the Holy Spirit. I hope so. I could really use more Holy Spirit in my life. I know the Spirit was abundant in my life in the good old days when we were so dumb that my husband asked me to marry him after we'd only known each other for six weeks. And I know it was there when we walked down the aisle just six weeks later. And I know it was there when we were making a big ole family, having lots and lots of dreams. Where did it go?
I am grateful that this book is inspiring me and lighting me on fire. Thank you, Jen Hatmaker in Austin Texas for writing this awesome, moving book. I am adjusting the philosophy of 7 to meet my own unique needs at this time, but owe the general ideas to her.
Dear Heavenly Father, I am so grateful for all my blessings, but I have lost my way, and forgotten what a blessing really is in my life. I have it all mixed up with things that aren't really blessings. Please help me as I begin this journey of rescuing my life from the excess. Please help me fight this battle against my gluttonous ways. Help me guide my family to a more spiritual life. And please help my kids with the quick- trigger gag reflex, be able to swallow things like eggs, beans, and spinach, and let them forget all about my argument that Lucky Charms are packed full of vitamins that are good for you. In the name of the One to whom I am surrendering, Amen.
Challenge for the First 30 days: Eat what we already have until it is gone before we buy more food. My pantry is full. My freezer is full. My refrigerator is full. We have plenty of food. With my old eyes, I would not recognize this. But with my new eyes, I can see that there is no reason for us to make a trip to the grocery store tomorrow, or the next day, or the next, or the next, unless running out of fruit juice is a crime on humanity, and it is illegal to eat rice and steamed frozen vegetables for lunch. When this food is gone, I will be embarking on a new challenge of buying only whole, simple, real food that we truly need, no excess.
Clean out one drawer every day. Throw away what needs to be tossed. Give away what someone else can use. Keep only what is truly needed. Lord help me. Seriously.
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