Downsizing

I'm not a huge spring cleaner, but I recently came to the conclusion that my life would be better if I got rid of at least 33% of my belongings.

I, of course, have not done it. But I'm thinking about it, which gets me at least 33% there...

Right?

I've taken baby steps. You can see much more of the surface of my coffee table these days.

And... this is a big one... I've changed purses.

That doesn't sound like a big deal, but it is.

For years, I've carried huge bags with everything I might ever need inside:

• At least two pairs of sunglasses
• A notepad in case I have an amazing idea
• At least nine tubes of lipgloss
• Keys to every lock I've ever encountered in my life
• No fewer than four pens
• Candy
• Cell phone 
• Tweezers
• Perfume
• Gum
• Wallet
• Compact mirror
• Checkbook
• Hand sanitizer
• A hair clip or two
• Debit card receipts from burritos purchased over four months ago
• $7+ in change
• Any any other odds and ends I pick up along the way

Not surprisingly, at the end of a day walking around with that bag, my shoulder would hurt like a motherfucker.

So my mother bought me a new purse because she's awesome, the purse is adorable, and she's more than a little worried about permanent damage to my spine.

This purse could easily fit inside any of my other purses with plenty of room to spare.

She'd thrown down the gauntlet. I was up to the challenge.

And guess what?

I can fit everything I need into it. There's even room for one pair of sunglasses (which is convenient, because I have one pair of eyes).

No back pain!

So goes the culling down of my life. Goodwill is gonna hit the jackpot this year!