Changing patterns

Coming from a poor upbringing, I have a tendency to hoard things …… furniture, clothing, shoes …… and especially food.   The subconscious need to “stock up” is strong.  The fear of a lean period, or possibly actually going hungry, and perhaps expecting rellies to drop in,  tends to mean that I buy excessive amounts of food.    This is not to say that I waste food, thankfully my menu planning means that I don’t tend to have a huge amount going off, but certainly I buy more in advance than I really need to.  I suppose part of me doesn’t understand the fact that my job and Tony’s is secure, that we can buy on a weekly basis without worry.   Security of income is a new experience for me ….. I have never been “comfortable”.

But I need to change.  Being more environmentally conscious, I really need to cut back the number of appliances in the house.  We have a large two door fridge/freezer.  Having another freezer is excessive.  The same goes with the bar fridge.   The children don’t need soft drinks every day, Tony does not need beer every day.  We don’t need 5 different types of breakfast cereal.  I don’t bake enough to buy a 3kg bag of flour.   Having more storage space, means that we also have more opportunity to leave things until they are past the point of being edible.  And I don’t need to cook large volumes, just to place leftovers into a freezer that never get eaten.  Do I really need a breadmaker? or icecream machine?  I certainly don’t need the big food processor.  And I am thinking that the pasta maker is not achieving anything other than gathering dust.

I am at a different point in my life.  At the end of this year, I will finally be shifting into full time work.  My boy will be at high school, the girl will be in Uni, and largely self sufficient.   I don’t have to stay moulded into the “at home mum” role.  I can go on to bigger and better things.   Its a new experience for me, and I must say a scary one.  I don’t respond well to change, especially of myself.   I need to do these things gradually.  But change will happen …… in my own time.

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