We’re continuing to take things to Goodwill and consignment stores. There’s something very addictive and cathartic to letting go of all this stuff. I don’t miss anything.
Well… I did have a brief pang about my comic collection a couple days ago, but 2 months after the fact is a little late to recover them. Wasn’t like I was actually reading them.
It’s all just stuff and unnecessary. Besides, it’ll make the move far easier.
Also trying to work myself into a state when I stop taking things personally. It’s a waste of emotion to take anything personally. Frankly, very little of this has anything to do with Mom, Jass, or me. In some cases, the person dishing out the crap wants us to take it personally. It’s a reflection — or maybe a kind of misdirection — of themselves.
For example: I think Poppa finally realizes we’re serious. He won’t actually speak to Jass or me, but he keeps suddenly locating job hints after a year of “sucks to be you” attitude. Again, this has nothing to do with us. I still plan to leave and engage in that nice long vacation from our family. I just think he’s finally realizing he’s about to lose.
I can’t say it’s easy. It’s SO hard. Last 25 man raid in WoW, I wanted to take a snotty comment personally. Cue deep breaths, roll my eyes, and make the omnipresent cat on my desk squeal her indignation as I flip her onto her back to blow raspberries on a furry tummy.
I can’t take it personally anymore; I’m all out of Sunshine, binkies, and Scratching-Post Sisal. Thus, I refuse to accept: “Thank you for the gift, but I think you have more use of it than I do.”