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What Month Is It?

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Photo by Nathan Wolfe on Unsplash

I honestly can’t believe I am into month three of my Project 333. I’ve gotten very used to looking at a bare closet and quickly deciding what I’m going to wear each day.  It’s about time for me to open up the storage tub of old clothes to go through and decide what will be in my winter closet (January-March).

I’ve actually sold a lot of my clothes and baby clothes on Poshmark, and am kind of having fun doing it. It has also been incredibly eye opening to the sheer amount of clothing circulating in this country. There’s an overabundance of clothes in people’s closets, and even more waiting to be bought in stores. It’s kind of alarming.

If you have never browsed Poshmark, I encourage you to take a look. If you are looking to change up your wardrobe, consider buying used. If you use my code KENNI_LEIGH at sign up, you get $10 toward your first purchase. Seriously, free money.

In other news, I got notice today that my LLC is up and running, so yay! Never in my life did I think I would have my own business. Scary and exciting all at the same time. If you haven’t checked out my freelancing site and are in need of business writing, I encourage you to visit.

In motherhood news, the almost 18-month old has been sleeping (or more accurately not sleeping) terribly. I’m not sure if he’s getting his second molars in already or going through a bout of separation anxiety, but it’s especially exhausting. And his screams are enough to tear your eardrums.

‘Tis the season to be jolly!

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Photo by freestocks.org on Unsplash // Who looks this cute in the winter?

 

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Eff Last Week. For Real.

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Photo by Matthew Brodeur on Unsplash

Yikes. So it’s been over a month since my last post. But, I warned you I would be around less.

In my seemingly never-ending quest to move full-time into freelancing, I’ve been busy making a presence on Medium. I’m about seven years late to the game there, but I’m able to earn a little bit of money from my writing. If you happen to be a Medium Member, I would love for you to give me a follow.

September blew by at the speed of light, but this past week was especially long and horrible.

It began a week ago with me going to bed feeling really nauseous and bloated. Uh-oh, I thought. And around midnight, I got that unmistakable feeling in my stomach and throat that I was gonna hurl. And hurl I did. I got up another five times during the night to dry heave my guts out (sorry).

I had fortunately already planned to work from home on Monday because my beloved senior dog, Toby, was not doing well and hadn’t eaten in a few days. He had been battling aggressive tumors on his left side since April, which we even had removed in May and grew back worse two weeks later. I knew his time was coming and wanted to spend as much time with him as I could.

Monday afternoon rolled around and while I was starting to feel better, daycare called and my oldest had hurled into a trashcan and needed to go home. And given their 24-hour symptom-free policy, he was going to be spending the day home with me on Tuesday as well.

As our health improved and my dog’s declined, work was causing me grief. By the time Wednesday came about, I felt like I had aged five years. Wednesday night it pained me to see and hear my Toby. He was breathing heavy and was obviously uncomfortable. On top of that, he hadn’t eaten in over five days (despite me and the vet’s best efforts of any food imaginable and medication) and was skin and bones. I knew we had run out of options to make him feel better. The final gesture of love I could give to him was to end his suffering as peacefully as possible.

So Thursday morning I made the call to the vet and we agreed it was his time. I spent the rest of the day with him, just lying with him and talking to my boy of 12 years. It was a beautiful sunny day, so we got outside for a bit to lie in the grass.

I was a wreck. All-day crying for me. But when the time came, I felt an overwhelming peace. He was ready and I was ready for him to be happy and free of pain.

But oh, how I love and miss him so.

So last week was shit and I’m hoping for a turnaround this week. But the next couple of weeks bring busy weekends, which is every introvert’s nightmare.

The one productive thing that came out of last week is my capsule wardrobe. I’ve been toying around with the idea of a capsule wardrobe for a while now, and finally decided to give it a go. I’ve been narrowing down my closet for weeks, slightly disgusted by the amount of clothes I owned and didn’t really wear anymore.

I’m adhering to a new philosophy of “being more with less.” I ran across Project 333 and fell in love with the idea – 3 months, 33 pieces in your closet to wear.

This also means no buying clothes unless an item is damaged and needs replaced.

I’m trying to be more mindful of my purchases and really buy what I need. I don’t like clutter and a mountain of stuff, so I’m totally onboard with living with less.

Has anyone tried a capsule wardrobe? Have you significantly downsized your closet or belongings? What have you gained in the process?


Are you following me on Instagram? I’m currently documenting my journey of being more with less and would love you to join me!