Not really a lot to say about today’s RID. Just a robe it was time to get RID of.
Got another one. And I’ll be wearing that one from this moment forward.
And…scene.
Not really a lot to say about today’s RID. Just a robe it was time to get RID of.
Got another one. And I’ll be wearing that one from this moment forward.
And…scene.
If ever there were a mascot of the RID project, it might be this book.
You see, I picked it up in Scotland recently — and after I read a few chapters I realized that I had already bought it and downloaded it to my iPad. Yep, bought the same book twice. If ever there were a reason to RID everything I can…and go digital for most things, that’s it.
So, as I RID this excellent book today about the study of pleasure, I remind myself of the simple ones — reading, enjoying, and NOT consuming.
There’s a fine line between fashion and pain. And nothing proves that better than these shoes. I’ve always loved the way they looked…even if they never quite fit me right.
So, after a long week in NYC when I walked, and walked, and walked…these shoes finally wore out their welcome. Blisters in SOHO? I think not.
So, today I RID them. And remind myself that fashion isn’t worth suffering for.
At least not for me.
It occurs to me I probably could have done a “RID a T-shirt a day” project.
Not really sure why I held on to this one. It doesn’t really fit me well anymore. It’s a bit tattered. I was never really committed to it, its message, or some other reason for hanging on to it.
A little odd really – I’m over 365 days into this project, and I still have items like this in my possession.
Makes me wonder if I should start a new project, one that…
Oh, never mind.
I’ll think I’ll RID myself of that idea, even before I articulate it.
One of the recurring things about the RID project is that it’s upped my compassion factor.
What other people need.
What other people might find important.
Or necessary.
Or useful.
So, today I RID this book about compassion – and remind myself of the need for it.
I bought this speaker a few years ago to carry when I travel.
But, now it seems that almost every hotel I stay in has a place to plug your devices in. So, this is yet another piece of technology that has served its time…and now it’s time to go.
Here’s hoping whoever receives it uses it more (now) than I do.
Goodbye portable speaker…you’ve served me well.
Ok – first of the WEEKLY RIDs.
Today, just a pair of shoes. Shoes are something I realize it’s easy to accumulate too many of. I know I have too much closet space, and that becomes an excuse to not RID.
But enough of that – these shoes need to go.
And since today’s my birthday, I’m musing about the “miles I’ve walked” in all my years.
So, what better to RID than some shoes on a day like this?
Get out there and enjoy the day, all!
Peace.
As I RID this music stand today, I commit to the RID project continuing – although my posts will now be weekly, rather than daily.
My learning? The acquisition of STUFF is an addiction (I’d argue for all of us) — the good news is…RIDding has turned into that too.
So, starting this week – expect RID project entries to continue…albeit weekly.
In fact, the new goal is to only acquire one item per week, and to RID one item per week.
Call it the “Net Zero” project.
See you soon.
Of the many objects I’ve gotten RID of, the hardest tend to be the ones tied up with memories of people in my past.
Like this keyboard. Which belonged to my ex.
So, as I RID it today — I remind myself to let objects (and people) go.
And that is a big enough thought for a Saturday.
Last RID is tomorrow.
If there’s one thing the RID project has made me think about, it’s the accessories.
Like this belt – it’s fine…but really, how many belts should someone own.
It’s like the category of “stuff for stuff” – bags to hold things, bookshelves to hold books, cd racks, blah, blah, blah,…I think I spend as much money/effort taking care of stuff I own, rather than simply owning what I do.
So, as the RID project nears its completion, I remind myself not to over-accessorize.
My wardrobe, my apartment,…
my life.