A few weeks ago, I decided to update my towel situation and Ollies just so happened to have very big, thick, fluffy bath sheets that I thought were perfect (especially at $8 apiece with 15% off 😁). So, I picked some up and brought them home in the three paper bags it took to contain them. When I got home opened the door, dropped the bags inside, closed the door and ran to the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom, I proceeded to make dinner and watch a movie. At some point I remembered thinking I should take the bags upstairs then dismissed the idea as quickly as it came up (I mean, I was right in the middle of a movie after all🤷♀️). And there they sat, by the front door, for two days because I didn’t have to move them, until I was ready to take them upstairs. So subtle, yet huge for me.
Why is that such a big deal? Well for someone like me who lived with an anal-retentive person who used his OCD like a weapon, it was another reminder that I do not answer to another person on how my household is run. And it was LIBERATING!!! You see, there were (and still are) things ingrained into me that were not the “right way” to do things, so every little battle I win against the past is a step towards myself.
I know it may seem insignificant, but for me it was a huge step forward in realizing that I get to make my own rules for my own life. So, when these events occur, I just have to share with you, My Lovelies, in hopes of encouraging those who need it and freaking out those who don’t like disorganization 😆😆😆.
Now if I could just work up the nerve to do something daring in the interior design realm for my house 🤔…
XOXO – Me
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