A couple weeks ago I said to Nancy, “This is going to sound strange from me. I’m thinking about renting a dumpster.”
I am an accumulator. I am a piler. I am an acceptor. I have a ton of stuff “just in case.” In the attic, in the closet, in the garage.
After a decade or more, some of the cases haven’t happened. And the way my life has shifted and my interests have shifted, I’m thinking that they won’t. You know, the cases. Happen, I mean.
So I’m thinking seriously about the dumpster.
I know, the thought of spending $300 to haul away what I could get rid of by putting it out to the curb bit by bit seems extravagant. And I may do it slowly, allowing other people to pick through our trash. Which is how I have ended up with some of my stuff.
But sometimes, the benefit from a major overhaul is worth it. Sometimes you can’t clean out bit by bit.
So if you see a dumpster one day soon, you’ll know why. I want to do it before someone else has to.
A metaphor? A parable? from me?
What do you think?