Ladies and gentlemen… I am getting rid of books.
We are getting ready to take books to Powell’s in preparation for the Indoor Garage Sale Extravaganza. I decided to empty the bookshelves in my bedroom, sort the books by type, and purge HALF of every category of books. The books I keep should be the best of the best, the cream of the crop.
Sort books by type? Ah, yes. The bookshelves in my room are the Land of Non-Fiction. Reference. Self-Help. Life Improvement. Home Improvement. Time Management. You get the picture.
How many books are we talking about here? Well, I just put the 102nd purged book into the Powell’s box. The third Powell’s box, actually. I am not done yet, either. There are still books covering half the bed, though not quite as deeply as they were originally. This photo was taken after I filled the first box.
Um… this is a monumental achievement! I know! Isn’t it incredible? Back in August (as documented by this post), I was hyperventilating over the thought of getting rid of a single book on decluttering. Now, I can look at a stack of thirty and get rid of 15.
Just like that? No, it’s hard. It has basically taken the whole day. Still, it is such a major accomplishment that it has been well worth it.
- I’m grateful! for the fun time Quinland had with her friends Scout and Hannah.
- I’m lighter! Yeah, I am, baby! By 102 books and counting!