Letting go

My bullet journal reflection for February.  And I was gone for two weeks of it!  Honestly, we're in for such a shit show.

I went to bed last night absolutely shaking with anger, after trying to deal with yet more nonsense that is broken, doesn't work right, missing, or otherwise just not doing its thing.  It's like everything I touch is electrified.  Sometimes I don't know why I bother trying.  I want to make things better, but it's all just... well, it's a shit show inside this house too.

But I think I've finally progressed to a point in my life where I'm really ready to get rid of a majority of what I own. It was a slow-burn thing for me, to be ready, but I've been thinking about it and letting it marinate for a very long time and I think I'm there.  I have about a dozen bags of clothing to get rid of, lots of furniture, stuff to send to fabric recycling like old sheets and duvets, craft supplies, and various odds and ends.

I absolutely cannot wait til next week when my mother in law gets here.  This is going to be amazing!  Our goal is to clean out the basement bedroom so my husband and I can have a real floor put down.  The room is already painted and ready to be a real space.  It's just packed to the gills right now.  And I think I'm angry enough to let most of it go.

Speaking of which, yesterday I got so mad at a curtain of fairy lights that I just simply threw them out.  Progress!