The lovely Lenetta used to often remind me that clutter is made up of “unmade decisions.”
Lately, I’ve been thinking about pre-made decisions.
What things can I decide ahead of time will be pitched in the trash?
Well, for one . . . pantyhose with big ol’ runs in them.
I just tossed those pantyhose in the picture above. I rarely get runs in my pantyhose for the simple reason that . . . I rarely wear pantyhose.
After wearing those yesterday, there was a big hole in them. And yet . . . a feeling of panic rippled through my chest as I threw them in the trash.
I know that I won’t think about my need for pantyhose until 5 minutes before the next time I need to walk out the door wearing them. So, for some reason . . . that makes me want to keep them.
Keeping them would soothe my slob brain just enough that I wouldn’t worry about not having ANY pantyhose.
Until the moment when I put them on and realize they have a hole. The moment when (re)discovering a run would be a most annoying thing.
Maybe . . . maybe . . . the nagging knowledge that I do not own any pantyhose at all will cause enough mental discomfort that I’ll think to get some before the next time I need them.