I Need a Real Trash Can (on Simplifying My Life)
Maybe it is the snow. (And the snow, and the snow, and the snow.)
But I am feeling overwhelmed these days. So when Cheryl Smith started her mission to simplify, I was right there with her.
For the past two weeks I've been thinking about this issue of simplification, and I decided it comes down to simple things, like this: I need a real trash can. That little gray stripy thing on my Mac screen? Just not cutting it. I need a real canister I can throw real, unneeded, cluttery getting-me-down stuff into.
I need to throw away unsorted papers, empty pens, hair bands that have lost their elasticity.
You know what I mean, right? There is something greatly satisfying about transferring concrete objects from the counter to the can. Figuring out how to keep these things off the counter in the first place (and out of the sanitation system) is another matter.
But for now, I'm taking just 10 minutes a day to see the canister with the foot pedal as my friend. Maybe I will work up to the Indy 500 of Trash-Can Competitions. Though if you're going to challenge me to it, please make the entry form simple. :)