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How much stuff do you need? Why not let it do some good for someone else?

How much stuff do you need? Why not let it do some good for someone else?

Every time I move I get rid of things, and after 10 moves in 15 years, I’ve gotten rid of a lot of stuff!

I joke about wanting to be prepared to move to “the home” with only my knitting and a couple of books. But what to do with things I enjoy but for which I no longer have room? What’s the best good I can do with things I really like but no longer need?

Besides giving a few items to family, I’ve decided to take a number of bags of good but used clothing and household items to Goodwill Industries.

The Goodwill donation center and store is just two miles away, but I didn’t just want to drop off bags and boxes because of convenience. At goodwill.org (about-us) I learned, “Every 33 seconds of every business day, someone gets a good job, with help from Goodwill.”

I started thinking, I could give “the thing” to someone I know – who might enjoy it but already has plenty – or give it to Goodwill.

Goodwill is more than a resale store. From its website, “Goodwill works to enhance the dignity and quality of life of individuals and families by strengthening communities, eliminating barriers to opportunity, and helping people in need reach their full potential through learning and the power of work.”

I didn’t know and what I’ve learned makes donating that much sweeter.

Goodwill puts people to work in their stores. Store revenues help put people to work in business and industry. In 2011, Goodwill helped 216,000 people find meaningful employment.

When I moved back to Indiana in 2011 I was shocked to read on the bill of lading that I had 7,720 pounds of stuff. ALL THIS, after making donations, holding a time-consuming garage sale and selling the big furniture with the house. With this year’s spring cleaning I’m digging deep into closets, the basement and cabinets to continue to downsize. It lifts my spirit to donate to Goodwill.

I’ve heard nature abhors a void. Making space by giving away things I love but really don’t use allows room for other gifts to come into my life. What kind of gifts? Peace of mind, the knowledge I’ve done some real good for someone else.

If you’ve lived in the same place for many years, chances are you’ve accumulated more stuff than you know what to do with. Start by going through one closet at a time and only keep the things you need. Pass the rest of it on to Goodwill, or Habitat for Humanity’s RESale shop or the Salvation Army or the women’s shelter or the church garage sale or … you get the idea. I guarantee giving away your no-longer-used items will make you feel better.

On the other hand, and this might be hard to read, hanging on to stuff you don’t use can cause dis-ease. It breeds bugs, accumulates dust and the clutter can stifle. Ask yourself why you feel the need to hang on to these things. Dig into why you’re attached to your stuff. Do yourself a favor and let it go. Let it help others.

 

 

Why we love New Mexico – more on The Land of Enchantment

new mexicoThere are so many places to drive or fly for a winter getaway, why New Mexico?  I had just visited friends in SoNewMex  in February; this time Santa Fe was calling. And if you’ve even been to Santa Fe, you know it’s hard to say no.

During my Las Cruces years I visited Santa Fe on business and drove up from ABQ for lunch but I’d never been there to explore. Funny that I had to move to Indiana to appreciate our country’s oldest established capitol.

During a tour of the Palace of the Governors on the plaza, I learned the town was first inhabited by Native Americans in 900. When Spain began to colonize the west, it was established as a capitol of New Spain in 1610.

If you’re a time traveler, as I try to be during such visits, you can imagine a time when natives in pueblo villages dotted the dusty hills, along with adventuresome – although, yes, they were also conquistadors – settlers from Spain. It was fascinating, albeit sad too, to learn about people coming to the Americas via land bridge from Siberia, down through what is now the western US, into Mexico and Central America.

One day, after visiting the Georgia O’Keeff museum (wonderful paintings but also fun to learn she wore PF Flyers while stomping around the desert!) I had the luxury of spending several hours reading about local history.

I walked into a very inviting local book store, (Collective Books on Galisteo) bought a coffee and sat on a big soft sofa reading, “New Mexico,” by Calvin and Susan Roberts. Read 50 pages that day, came home and ordered the book. You may think you know where the story ends – New Mexico celebrated 100 years as a state in 2012 – but do you know how it got there?

The whole excursion opened my brain for more American History. That’s not been my favorite part of world history, until now. When I was a kid I wanted to be an Egyptologist (and an oceanographer.) Wanted to study “really old” stuff.

Now I know the Western US was inhabited more than 12,000 years ago. That the natives then were big game hunters tracking mammoths and bison. Geez, I was in pursuit of the best fish tacos until I started to learn about Spaniards coming over to convert the natives. My quest for knowledge once again is bigger than my appetite. (Although Santa Fe is home to some pretty tasty fish tacos, too. Pictured above is my dinner at The Shed.)

Working from home is a bit of a chore

It’s nice – working from home – except when it’s not.

Okay, yes, I’m writing this in my so-called pajamas (a royal blue oversized polartec pullover I bought on a cold day in Carmel a dozen years ago, over well-worn cotton pants and a long sleeve t-shirt). So?

So that means I’m not rushing to get showered, put together and fed before heading out into gray January day. But it also means my dog and I get to spend another day alone. And sometimes that gets old.

Don’t get me wrong, working from home has worked for me.

In April 1998 I moved my office from the Hancock Building in Chicago to a nice space behind my kitchen in a Lincoln Park condo. In spite of the fact my then husband said, “Only losers work at home,” (what a guy) that was one of my most successful years in business. Eight clients, six figures – from an office off the kitchen. But it took a lot of work to get there.

After Sears sold the subsidiary that was my employer it took a good three years for me to get used to working alone. The motivation was there, the clients were too. But I missed the camaraderie. I missed laughing about a couple of us showing up in the same red blazers and black skirts on Mondays. Missed team meetings where we brainstormed national PR campaigns. Missed the team. Period.

Aw'gy - key player on the home office team.

Aw’gy – key player on the home office team.

Just after Christmas 1995, I said goodbye to my office mates and went home. I told myself I’d take a few months off before starting my practice. My time off included hosting a world-class cold that kept me down for weeks. And after the cold subsided, I began to grieve.

I didn’t know I was grieving.”How long were you with that company?” a friend asked. “Sixteen years, and five in a similar job before that.” That’s a long time to be a team player, and now, the team was gone.

Working from home has meant finding my team wherever they are, and they are located around the country. It means finding the best talent for clients’ needs, without the overhead for a staff. My costs are lower than consultants with offices, assistants, electric bills.

It means having the flexility to write in bed at 6 am. To workout at 10 or noon. To walk my awesome dog. To focus for six or seven hours without interruption. No, I’m not tempted to watch Oprah (is she still one?) or go to the movies. But I’ll admit I’ll occasionally throw in a load of clothes, and I’m free to schedule an appointment when it suits my and my clients’ schedules.

There are pros and cons from working in a office or working from home. The biggest con for me is that while I have a nice home office with a great big window, it’s pretty gray out there these days, which can make me blue. But neither am I  exposed to most of the heat-seeking germs out there this winter.

Enough of this blue polartec stuff. Time to shower and get to work. But first I get to walk my – un, team.

Frozen goose feet and other winter delights

Rich, it’s rich, I tell you!

There is so much to talk about this week – the president renewed, Roe v Wade again, a big fire in downtown Whiting. When I can’t decide what to write, what to say … I  let nature have it’s way. So this post is about goose liver on ice.

geeseNot just goose liver (although I am a big fois grais fan and while in France circa 2002, my travel brothers Mark and Ned called it fwa gra. No! It was frog wah – the web between frog’s “fingers.”) Ahem. Not just goose liver on ice, but goose bodies complete with all movable parts.

It was 4 degrees  at about 9 this morning when Aw’gy and I walked the local lakeside road. And I must admit I will always be astounded to see geese sitting, sunning on ice. What IS it about the solid surface that attracts them. And how DO they do it? How can they sit or float on ice? It’s cold!!!

I would have been frozen if not for the layers – a pink n white fleece sweater over a cotton t-neck, fleece Lincoln Park Zoo-socks-sporting-polar-bears inside thinsulate-lined  North Face boots (the WARMEST boots I’ve ever worn), “longies” under jeans, long red down coat, polartec gloves inside polartec mittens PLUS ear covers, a wool knit hat and a hood. I was warm but I was the Michelin uh, woman.

Less than a half-mile from my house I spotted the geese – say, a hundred of ‘em – hanging out on the ice in all their glory. They were peaceful, quiet, resting in the morning sun. How do they do it? And why?

“Well, they do have that built-in down,” my friend said.

Oh, down! Right. Goose down. We pluck it and use it in our, oops. My red coat. Oooohhhh. So sorry. You’re goosey Aunt Georgia is on the lake in spirit – she’s been turned into my hood and her liver is being eaten by Pierre and Jacqueline pour diner c’est soir.

These living geese seem so peaceful. Resting in the winter’s morning sun. Far enough from shore that Aw’gy and I didn’t bother them. Close enough that I could enjoy their presence, their peace.

Yes, Michele looked great in that Grecian-style red dress. But these geese looked good too – chllin’ on the local lake. And to think, this is “south for winter” for these winged wanderers.

No place like the home office

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