I did something heretical last night: I threw yarn away.

Worse, I threw it away in the form of a UFO.

You see, the thing is that I realized that I really, really didn’t want to finish that project. And since it was 10 years old, and I was not the crocheter then that I am now, the quality wasn’t such that I felt comfortable sending it out into the world into someone else’s hands as a donation. And honestly, I just don’t have the space mentally or physically to store something that’s never going to be finished.

So into the trash it went.

I’ve still got a ton of yarn left from it that can become something else. What else, I’m not sure, but I’ll no doubt figure it out after it’s had a chance to be stash for a while.

I feel…lighter. Definitely. When you can send something to the dump with a sigh of relief edged by sadness rather than vice versa, you know you did right.