4) Be an explorer, and celebrate how you've made your life fuller. I find this baring of my unabashedly frugal soul cathartic. Here I am, with enough scrap paper and socks, plastic bags and bedding to keep me supplied till my house falls in upon itself. I’m aware I may have some unmet need around holding on to things. Is that called “understatement”? But I could make my own booklet, not to compare with 14,000 Things to be Happy About, just about all life’s 2-for-1s and something-for-nothings. There’s the playhouse across the street that Kayla loves to be domestic in, and I get to do a bit of writing or reading while I watch her arrange and manage her little queendom. There are the lilacs I gather from other yards…usually with permission… to add to my own, the apples and plums and pears that would otherwise go to waste that we process into dried fruit or sauce or pig out on through all-day fruit buffets. There is the satisfaction of turning down the furnace to 58 each night and being comfortable during the day at 65. And oh, how pleased I am to take an otherwise frivolous trip when I get to use a housemate’s bus pass that otherwise would not be used that day.
I’m very sure I’ve missed recounting many freebies, but that jam jar today also afforded me this nostalgic trip into the meandering memories of who and how I am. That's a gift any day of the week.