I swear they breed when I’m not looking. Not just network cables and dust bunnies, but magazines.
I am always floored by the number of magazines that come in for me to read. I’m floored because I made a decided effort to not renew magazines this year. I let three subscriptions go. And yet the pile grows.
Two of my magazines are quarterly. Two are monthly. These are of my choosing.
But there are others: the alumni magazine from my university. The magazine from my university college. The magazines from three of the environmental causes I support (and if that isn’t irony, I don’t know what is…) The magazine my mother subscribed me to because she had a buy-one-get-one. And Architectural Digest, which appeared one day with my name on it, and I know very well I never subscribed to it. The quarterly magazine from our church denomination.
It’s sad to say, but most of these last magazines don’t even make it into the house. They get dumped right into the recycle bin.
So what am I to do? I think continuing to dump the unwanted magazines into the recycle bin is good. Especially since contacting the organizations has not brought about any change. For the ones I want, though, I think I need to have a bag with me of which I can select a magazine to read. I think that toting around a bag of magazines will keep it in the forefront of my mind. But I also think that if I haven’t read one when the next comes in, the older one has to follow the unwanted magazine protocol and get dumped.
I’m just thinking aloud here. But it is something I need to vigilant with, or I will be buried under a sliding pile of glossy paper.
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