There is something incredibly satisfying about using stuff up. I'm just about at the end of my tube of toothpaste, and I'm working on getting the last dredges out of it. When it's totally out, it is going to be really satisfying to throw away the spent, empty container.
Does that make any sense?
I didn't used to be that way. As a kid, I never liked using stuff up, because I wouldn't have "it" anymore, whatever "it" was. I'm not kidding you, I still have crayons in my house from elementary school. Still have notepads in the shape of hearts from when I was six. Still have office supplies in juvenile form because I didn't want to not have them any more.
I'm really over that.
Now, the pendulum has swung the other way. I really like using stuff up. I like coming to the end of a note pad. I like the last vitamin in the bottle. I'm having a garage sale in May to sell stuff we don't use.
I like streamlining. Yes, I know I have to go buy more vitamins when I run out. Somehow that doesn't matter - using something up and recycling the container is just so satisfying!
I have this sneaking suspicion that this feeling is in line with my other OCD symptoms... but what feels good, feels good!
Excuse me, I have go write my grocery list on one more piece of notepad paper.