The first picture shows roughly three years of food magazines, as well as recipe clippings from older copies. I’d kept them with the intention of scrap-booking the recipes I liked into one big folder that I could easily refer to, but today I realised, who am I kidding? I’ve been telling myself I’ll sort them out for years, and the pile of magazines has just gotten higher and higher, but whenever I actually want to look a recipe up I just Google it.
It was time to admit that this wasn’t going to happen. Those hoarded magazines were just another thing cluttering up my life and they had to go.
The second picture shows them bagged up in recycling bags ready to be put outside. It’s not the most ‘unfucked’ looking of pictures but at least they’re gone now, and I have a great big empty space on my bookcase that I can reorganise stuff into.
Really, it’s a small change to the complete state of the flat, but mentally it’s me letting go of something that’s been on my mental project list for years, and that’s pretty huge.