Let’s live now. Throughout the course of downsizing, I’ve thrown out everything I don’t really love or need. Those stupid kitchen spatulas that never worked very well. Those fancy champagne flutes I used twice every five years. (Note: champagne tastes the same even if you serve it in a wine glass.) Those Joey Buttafuoco pants that, if there is a God above, simply have to cycle back into fashion eventually. You’re with me, right? Desk trinkets from people I don’t remember anymore. Sheet sets that don’t fit the bed anymore but you might need them someday. It’s not that I don’t have sentimentality. I have plastic bins full of my children’s drawings. I just don’t have sentimentality for everything. And I know I’m going to get some flack for this, but books I’m never going to re-read that simply serve as something I get to dust. New motto: don’t keep things whose only purpose is to provide opportunities for dusting, or moving to get to something else.
On the flip-side, I have things that I really love, but don’t use very often because I don’t want to risk breaking them. It occurred to me that this philosophy is really stupid. Case in point: these glasses.
You wouldn’t know to look at them, but each of these glasses cost about $75 each in the early 1990’s.
Obviously purchased before I had children and it didn’t seem ridiculous to spend money on highly-breakable useable art.
Now, I’m not going to serve my kids milk in these cups, but I am using them several times a week these days.And you know what? If they break, they break. It’s better to use them than gaze longingly at them in the kitchen cabinet.
2014: I am all up in yo shit! Let’s break out the good stuff! Let’s live now!