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In the sport of rugby, at a certain stage of events, the team who has the possession of the ball is told by the ref “to use or lose it”. It makes sense (sometimes) because what is the point of having the ball if you are not going to use it – it is not fair.
I think this rule should be applied in everyday life too.
About 2 weeks ago, my wife decided that she wanted to apply this rule to her closet. Before I continue, she does not have many clothes she does not wear. So out came the garbage bags and the “lost it” part began! 3 bags later, there was a lot of space in the cupboards and drawers. I got in on the fun too! It took about 30 minutes and it was actually good fun!

Guidelines for “lose it”
1. If you have not worn it in 6 months. This applies to “everyday” clothes and not special occasion out fits like suites or dresses. Lose it.
2. If you “used to” fit in to it and “hope to again”. Lose it.
3. If it does not belong to you. Lost it – well actually – give it back.

We gave our “chuck outs” to someone who needs clothes and who can sell them for some extra cash and it is always good to know someone else will benefit from them. Some cities have 2nd hand clothes stores that sell for charity and may give you some money for the clothes. Giving the old stuff away does feel good though so rather give it away to a worthy cause.

This can be applied to every room in the house as well as you office. Be careful with the laws of business in your country on what documents you have to keep and for how long.

Try it and see how you feel. You do not have to be ruthless the first time. Simply repeat the process until you are happy with the remains of your belongings.
Write a comment below and tell me!

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I am South African and have lived in Durban, South Africa all my life. I love this country. Whatever you have read about South African history is probably not great and inspiring and I wholly agree. I am fortunate enough to be of an age that did not really feel the full force of the apartheid era and the massive wrong events that occurred.

Having said that, one very important life lesson that living in this country during the post apartheid era, is the fact that every colour of skin is exactly the same. I have grown up in a church that was multi-cultural from before I was born. The upbringing I was taught at church was re-inforced when South Africa started changing in 1992 and officially in 1994. I was able to look at all colours as people and not as a ‘white’ or ‘black’ or ‘indian’ person. This has been instrumental in my life. It is now a way of life to speak to all people everywhere I go and work regardless of pay grade or colour.

This thinking had to be taught to me but is natural in children in this country now. this is an amazing lesson that every person on this planet can learn from. just under 2 year ago, my in-laws maid had a baby girl and a couple days later their first grand child (my niece) arrived. The maid brought the girl to work for the first little bit and they got to know each other a bit. 2 years later, the maid brought her little girl to play and they played for a full day, without question of colour or background or anything. they created havoc and chaos and loved it!

This was also highlighted in an earlier guest post on this blog “A Smile is the same in every language” 

When does colour start to matter to them? Why should it ever matter?

Personally, I think it should never matter. I think you should be valued on who you are as a person and not the colour of your skin or social standing. I am against the promotion of ‘people of colour’ just as much as I am against ‘white’ people being promoted because of their skin. IT IS WRONG! If the person has the credentials then they should get the job.
All people have bigger problems to worry about than the colour of each others skin.

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Every Tuesday morning a small group of people gather at the casualty entrance to Nkosi Albert Luthuli Hospital, a local government hospital in Durban, KwaZulu Natal, laden with a car load of bags, boxes, cases and trolleys.  When the full complement have arrived, we traipse along echoing corridors to the paediatric burns ward where we don hospital scrubs, disinfect with ‘doctor’s soap’ and get to work.  We gather any little patient who is not confined to bed and play. 

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