Saturday was the first lazy day we've had around our house in the last 4 months. It was late afternoon and I had that restless feeling of wanting to actually accomplishing something. What came to mind was the painful experience of the last two times we went on a family trip and opening my bag to find two t-shirts and a pair of pants that I don't fit into. (Pause: As an absolute luxury, Kristin will sometimes throw together essentials for me before a trip. No spouse should be ever do this for a mate, and such a gesture should never be criticized because after all, why should I have clothes in my closet that I cannot wear.)
The previous story was absolutely the motivator for this Saturday story. I ran to my dresser and pulled out 3/4 of a bag full of perfectly good clothes that do not fit my current body. Then I jogged over to the closet and crammed the remainder of the bag full with two sweaters and a pair of pants that have not been worn since 2007. Back to the center staircase of the house and I gave the good bag a heave down the stairs. It bounced off the wall and landed near the "To Goodwill" pile. Saturday activity complete!
Try it out, it felt wonderful in these ways: