The past 10 days have been packed and, no offense to you, I would much rather spend any extra minutes with my sweet kiddo than in front of the computer screen so not a lot of blogging happened. I didn’t keep up with tracking what I got rid of every night, so some days are grouped together. If you are just tuning in, I am neck deep in a month long battle against my possessions in my own experiment in self reduction.
Days 19, 20, 21, and 22: So I’m sitting here trying to remember what I did these past few days. I honestly don’t remember what I purged on what day. I know for a fact there were a few days I didn’t have time to dig around and purge anything, I was taken out for a day with a terrible horrible no good very bad migraine, and we had a snow day thrown into the mix which was awesome but somehow sucks all the energy out of you, forcing you to sit on the couch and watch movies and eat cookies all day {snow days have magical powers like that}.
Totals for the past 4 days: they are literally so random I can’t even remember them all, but they include 1 frosting spatula, 2 picture frames, 1 stainless coffee carafe, 2 mixing bowls, 3 muffin tins, 2 strainers, 4 pie pans {I had 5, and that’s 4 more than necessary seeing as how I don’t really bake pies… no lie, there were 5 in my house}, 5 of Charlotte’s headbands and bows, 1 wooden shelf, 1 pair of pajama pants, 1 necklace, 1 scarf, 1 sippy cup,   = 25 {not quite enough for 4 days x 7… but pretty close}
Day 23: 
Conversation I had via text with one of my friends, Melody:

Melody: I have an urge to come digging through your donate box!
Me: haha, you can, but then you’ll have to go digging through your own stuff to find things to get rid of, that’s the rule.
Melody: I’ll pass… but what does that say about my urges?!
Me: That they’re the same as mine! I want to go digging back through my own boxes!!!!

We have black hearts, the lot of us! Here I am in the midst of a quarter life overhaul that God is implementing on my heart and I’m desperately trying to cling to my old ways and my stuff that has, for 29 years, been my comfort and my focus. I am still struggling with letting things go. Ever day is a struggle. I want so badly to pull some things out of boxes in the garage and put them back into my drawers and cabinets. This is difficult, folks, and I am  starting to lose steam. Being sick, working, having snow days, and simply keeping a toddler out of my sorting piles is starting to wear on me too. Blah! I realize that if I just donated all of these boxes now it would be much easier on me. I love thrift stores and I typically donate things to them every year. For this project, though, I want to be able to see, in a tangible way, how my fast from things has not only improved my life but the life of someone else. Someone God loves and someone He wants me to show love to also. I am not sure yet who will be the recipient of this blessing, but I know God will present me with a clear idea on that after my yard sale when the time is right!
Totals for today: 4 children’s books, 1 quilt, 1 piggy bank, 4 receiving blankets = 10
Day 24, 25 and 26: We had a little 8 month old foster babe come stay with us for the weekend so I thought my cleaning/sorting/purging rampage would come to a screeching halt. Miraculously {hallelujahpraiseGod} I still managed to find a few moments to dig through Charlotte’s clothing in the peace and quiet of two kiddos playing together.

I am pretty confident that by the time this purge is done I actually won’t have any clothing or baby things left to sell. I have been successful in giving them all away to friends, mamas, and soon-to-be mamas! Our sweet little temporary foster babe even took some outfits and sparkly headbands home to adorn her bald baby head.
I am also pretty confident this month’s purge-fest will spill over into February. There’s just too much stuff… January can’t contain it all! I have yet to go through my office/craft room, the garage, and the attic.
Totals for the past 3 days: 3 children’s books, 12 hair bows/headbands/barrettes, 1 thermometer, 5 baby bibs = 21
Day 27, 28, 29, and 30: I am almost finished with Charlotte’s room and have even had a few minutes to venture into my craft room. This is a daunting task. I have a giant collection of craft things and I truly do use almost everything so digging through to find things I don’t use won’t work and won’t get me to 7 things a day. I am going to have to get rid of things that are purely excessive. and it will be painful. herewego!
Totals for the past 4 days: 5 pairs of girl’s shoes, 2 stuffed animals, 3 coats,  1 dry erase board, 2 coupon organizers,  3 stamp sets, 1 bag of random scrapbooking bedazzles and stickers, 1 hanging basket organizer, 2 small woven baskets, 1 bag of party supplies, 3 throw pillows, 2 empty scrapbooks  = 26
Only 1 more day of January but probably another week left of reducing my possessions. joy.

Day 13: On the chopping block today: Charlotte’s downstairs toy and book stash. I knew this would be a bit of a challenge since I had already purged quite a few of her toys before Christmas, knowing that she would get some pretty fabulous things from her doting family members. Just because I had already sifted through this area a month ago, though, doesn’t make it exempt. There is always something that can {and should} be let go.  I have an awesome storage system from Ikea that helps keep the downstairs toys organized and semi hidden from view. But the most important feature of the storage unit is that the spaces are limited. Hooray! Self imposed limits… I’m a genius.
Today’s totals: 15 children’s books, 1 puzzle, 6 toys = 22.
Day 14: Today was a really long, exhausting day for me at work. If you don’t know, I am a pediatric speech therapist and I work in an outpatient office of a children’s hospital here in Hampton Roads. Now, you may be thinking “How can someone who teaches kids how to say their ‘s’ sound be exhausted after a day”? That’s only the tip of the iceberg as far as the scope of practice goes for speech pathologists. My job encompasses so many more aspects of communication than saying sounds. In essence, speech therapist’s teach children {and adults} to communicate. We help give them a voice, a picture, a gesture so they can be heard. Autism, Down Syndrome, Fragile X, cleft palate, stuttering, hearing loss, brain injuries, stroke, and on … if it impacts communication they come see us.   My job has a lot of emotional ups and downs; maybe not as many as some other careers out there, but still plenty for me to stress over. I get to see miracles happen, hear first words spoken, watch learning take place; and yet in that same day I have to watch a parent struggle with coming to terms with their child’s disability and all that that means for their family and that the ‘future’ they had hoped for their kiddo starts to look a little different. And sometimes I am just mentally and physically exhausted after 8 hours of trying to empathize with and support parents while simultaneously planning and implementing goals that will  hopefully be successful in improving their child’s quality of life.  So today I came home and did nothing. and that’s ok.
Today’s totals: No physical possessions purged today, but I gave away 8 hours of love and therapy to children who needed me.
Day 15: I ventured into the kitchen this morning to unload the dishwasher and never really left. After I put the dishes away I started digging through each and every cabinet and drawer. There was a lot to dig through. The cooking spatula/spoon container, hidden cabinets above the fridge, the tupperware bin {it’s an abyss in there}, window benches with built in storage underneath, the china cabinet, the shelves above the washer and dryer… so many places to store things.
Today’s totals: 3 more tablecloths, 3 baking pans, 2 serving bowls, 3 spatulas, measuring cups, cookie cutters, 2 vases, 2 sippy cups, 1 to-go coffee mug, 6 ‘side dish’ bowls {you know, the little ones you would put fruit salad in…not sure the technical term for those} = 24ish
Day 16: I am half way through the first month of my own 7 experiment. I am beginning to think that I will not be able to make it through all of the rooms and piles in my house before the month is over, but this is my experiment so I can make it last longer if I want. I am re-visiting Jen’s book, specifically her chapter on possessions, for encouragement and focus. This is not simply a ‘spring cleaning’ task that is done annually. I am doing more than purging things I no longer like. I am purging things that, though I love them, I don’t need them. And it hurts. But I am making space for something much more important. This is a great summary of what I’m doing and why I’m doing it:

“If a fast doesn’t include any sacrifices, then it’s not a fast. The discomfort is where the magic happens. Life zips along, unchecked and automatic. We default to our lifestyle, enjoying our privileges tra la la, but a fast interrupts that rote trajectory. Jesus gets a fresh platform in the empty space where indulgence resided. It’s like jeans you wear every day without thinking, but take them off and walk outside, and you’ll become terribly aware of their absence. I bet you won’t be able to forget you are pantsless, so conspicuous will this omission feel. While that metaphor is in shaky theological territory, that is basically the result of a fast. It makes us hyper-aware, super-sensitive to the Spirit.” p. 161, 7

This may sound like a ‘duh’ moment, but I am feeling 50% lighter than I did on January 1. The crushing weight of my things is beginning to subside. Though the things are still in the garage, I haven’t even given a second thought to any of them, which is definitely different from any purge I have ever done before; places shirt in donate pile, walks past shirt 2 days later and decides to wear it that day, then keeps it.  I think I can attribute the success and magnitude of this purge to my mindset: what is mine is not mine, but God’s. It is easy to share and give away things are not yours to begin with.
Today’s purges were from random places around the house; there was no rhyme or reason, I just made impulse decisions as I went about my daily chores.
Today’s totals: 1 lamp, 1 laptop case, 4 more tote bags {I kid you not} = 6. So close, so I dug through another cabinet and decided I could do without 2 vases, bringing the total to = 8.
Day 17:  We are entering the baby purging zone. I say we because you are, of course, supervising me on this journey and keeping me honest with my goals to “give ’til it hurts”. I have been putting off dealing with Charlotte’s clothing because 1) there are a lot of bins to go through… not a 30 minute ordeal, and 2) I.love.her.clothes.   I’m not kidding, I love them. Not only are they adorable, but each one has a memory attached to it; when she wore it, how old she was, how much sass she exuded while wearing it. It will be difficult to let them go, but there’s no way it can be avoided any longer and in the end…. it’s just clothing.

So out of the garage and attic I pulled 7 rubbermaid bins full of girl clothing.

You don’t have to keep it to yourself, we can say it together: RIDICULOUS! About half of Charlotte’s clothes were hand-me-downs from a generous friend, so those will be going back to her which makes it much easier since they were never mine to begin with. That is actually the frame of mind we need to use in regards to all our possessions; like I said before, nothing that is ours is ours, everything that we have is God’s.
Today’s totals: 2 large bags of baby girl clothing, size 0-9 months = well over 7 items {probably closer to 70 than 7}, and I haven’t even gotten to 9+ month things, oy.
Day 18: Today we are sick. All 3 of us. I don’t know if I can muster the energy to drag boxes in from the garage to continue sorting through Charlotte’s clothing. Blah.
Ok, I typed all that before I had coffee; we are still feeling like ick today but I managed to dig through Charlotte’s closet, dresser, and upstairs book stash thanks to a caffeine supply from my Keurig  {which I am considering getting rid of…………………..}. Charlotte kept herself occupied by picking things out of the donate pile and putting them in the keep pile and vise versa. very helpful.
Today’s totals: too many to really count but I’ll try. 2 baby slings, 2 infant snow suits, 3 decor items from when I was a baby that I had been saving… but when I truly thought about them I came to the conclusion that I would never hang them on the wall in her room {they definitely don’t go with her color scheme}, I don’t actually remember them, and they had been broken and repaired numerous times {unsafe!}… they had to go, 4 books, 20 cloth diaper inserts + 2 diapers {we’ll count those as 1}, 1 bag of clothing and shoes {we’ll count that as 1} = 13.
Are you purging too? Do it. and don’t let something stay in your house, in your life, simply because you have a space for it.
Remember: Few. Meaningful. Purposeful.