
One of the things I’ve been doing recently is getting rid of stuff. Tons of stuff. Stuff I actually like and probably will have to rebuy. This includes clothes I haven’t worn in forever (including brand new items with tags), books I won’t read again, random items I don’t remember why I bought but I seem to own. I’m more than de-cluttering, I’m going a bit overboard.
However I can’t tell you enough how good it feels to get rid of these things that I won’t ever wear or read again. I kept them for so long because they were nice clothes or good books but in being honest with myself, I simply have no use for them anymore.
This includes my TBR booklist. It’s a lovely list filled to overflowing with books I’ve bought and always meant to read. My folder on the computer is easily over 1000 books and they’re good books let me tell you. There are some by my favorite authors and some that have landed on top lists for years. They’re good books! I should read them and that’s why they’re in the folder/on the list.
The problem is that I don’t seem to reach for my TBR list very often and lately not at all. It seems to grow exponentially while I make very little headway into it. It’s a stress, knowing it’s there and knowing I should be reading it. I -know- I’m missing good books in that folder but there always seems to be something more shiny catching my attention.
So, it’s gone! 
Well not literally but I put the entire folder on my backup drive and got rid of it on my main computer. It’s no longer the first thing I see when I open up my book folder. I cleaned out my e-reader too.
It felt so good to forgive myself for never reading those excellent books. I know I’m missing out and I may go back in for a book here and there. Maybe more but maybe not too.
That TBR has been staring me in the face for years and constantly making me feel bad for choosing a new release over something in that folder. No more! And it’s a relief to be done with it.