100 Days of Less

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Ties

100 days. It’s mostly arbi­trary, I just didn’t think 78 Days of Less had the same ring to it, but that a num­ber exists is impor­tant. It gives me a hard dead­line and man­age­able chunks.

It was easy enough to fore­see days like today. I woke up, had lunch, drove 6 hours, and now I need to get rid of some­thing before I can pass out. Hav­ing 100 days to play with makes it easy to “waste” days, if you will, on stu­pid shit. Need a post in 20 min­utes? The words are often kept short, there’s just one pic­ture to move from the cam­era to the com­puter with min­i­mal edit­ing (resize, rotate, lev­els). I just have to stand in the mid­dle of my room and look around until I spot some­thing absolutely ridicu­lous. Such as:

Two neckties

What I did not antic­i­pate: The oppo­site days.

There are occa­sions, such as two days ago, when I’m over it. Not the get­ting rid of every­thing, the doing it so slowly. I want to say, “Fuck this. 41 Days of Less. Tomor­row every­thing goes in my car and I push it off a cliff.”

But it isn’t real­is­tic, and may be impos­si­ble. You could surely buy every­thing you or I own in the course of a sin­gle day, but good luck try­ing to get rid of it in the same amount of time.

Published on December 30, 2009

One Response to “Ties”

  1. Patti says:

    Hey I’ve been declut­ter­ing for 8 years and count­ing now. Many times I prayed my apart­ment (only mine) and every­thing in it would just burn to the ground already, but I like your push­ing it all off a cliff instead.

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