Things I Possess In Abundance

I do not need more scarves, blankets, or warm wooly sweaters.

I have an adequate number of handbags, overnight cases, reusable totes, and storage baskets.

My supply of light jackets and cardigans surpasses requirements.

I have enough shoes, boots, and bedroom slippers.

I could provide socks to a small family as long as they like crazy colors and cashmere.

My leggings inventory embarrasses me.

I could serve coffee to the entire tiny house community in the park where I live without needing to wash mugs.

I have dozens of plates, a plethora of bowls, and not one but three oven-safe medium-sized ramekins (one green, one yellow, and one that’s a weird color which I think must have once been called Harvest Gold).

In my lower cabinet, there are still, despite repeated purges, three espresso makers, two French roast pots, and more disposable storage containers than one person could possibly use in a month unless she were supplying Meals on Wheels for a small army, which I am not.

I have adequate guilty feelings for everything that I’ve failed to do and most of the undertakings which I’ve done but botched.

I possess excess anxiety, an overflow of worry, a wealth of regret, and an extraordinarily healthy supply of grief.

I have an ample endowment of longing.

I think it’s time for another major declutter.  This time, I anticipate no difficulty distinguishing among what to keep, what to donate, and what to unceremoniously  discard.

It’s the twelfth day of the ninety-eighth month of My Year Without Complaining.  Life continues.

I used this photo in one of my slideshows, but its delicacy haunts me. This little bird seemed to be deliberately posing for me. Taken in the parking lot at Pigeon Point, February 2022.

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