In a moment of brazen puffery, I posted the link to this blog on the Facebook page of a group I have been working with called "40 bags in 40 days". Yes, that means my housekeeping skills are not my strongest skillset. Ahem. But anyways, in the midst of all the decluttering, I found myself musing a lot about why it was that I had held onto some items or even acquired them in the first place. And I realized that during my marriage, when I was not able to get the love I needed from my husband, I tried to fill that hole with stuff. Just.....stuff. At the time, money was not an issue. I also overate, again, an attempt to fill that inner chasm. I can be pretty stubborn about sticking to a course though, and it literally took a serious accident--in my case a fall off of a roof--to get me to seriously reassess my life and priorities. That was almost 8 years ago (the accident) and I am still reassessing and redefining (I never said I was speedy!) So. For posterity, here is the post I shared in 40 bags.....
Oooooookaaaayyyy so a while back there was a thread about weirdness we discovered whilst decluttering. Almost 8 years ago, I fell off a roof, got my leg tangled in the ladder and face planted on concrete. Broke out my front teeth. This was a major turning point for me--lost 150 pounds, began counseling that ultimately led to discovering my husband of 20 years was gay, divorce, and returning to the workforce, getting laid off twice....it's been a helluva decade. I just found the temporary teeth (a 'flipper' that held place while my bones healed enough to do the implants (took over two years) --- I give you The Flipper. It was in my underwear drawer next to my passport (because where else would you keep outdated orthodontia...) Unless somebody out there has a compelling reason...I believe this is outta here!
Oooooookaaaayyyy so a while back there was a thread about weirdness we discovered whilst decluttering. Almost 8 years ago, I fell off a roof, got my leg tangled in the ladder and face planted on concrete. Broke out my front teeth. This was a major turning point for me--lost 150 pounds, began counseling that ultimately led to discovering my husband of 20 years was gay, divorce, and returning to the workforce, getting laid off twice....it's been a helluva decade. I just found the temporary teeth (a 'flipper' that held place while my bones healed enough to do the implants (took over two years) --- I give you The Flipper. It was in my underwear drawer next to my passport (because where else would you keep outdated orthodontia...) Unless somebody out there has a compelling reason...I believe this is outta here!
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