Full disclosure: I love STUFF. I come from a long line of women who have too much stuff. I guess the problem isn't owning all the stuff, it's when it crosses that line to owning you. That's been the theme of my week, "There's too much stuff. Let's get rid of some."
It's daunting, especially my night stand. James built it for me last year and it's been accumulating crap ever since. Homework, read books, books I want to read, my precious magazines, random lost makeup, hair bows... It's insane. Sometimes I find myself just staring at it. That happened last night. It was a very long and tiring day. I decided it would be a good idea to poke something near the middle of the heap to see what would happen. The top of the pile immediately tipped onto the floor, but everything else seemed to hold, and then there it went. Pounds of stuff came down in a giant avalanche. All over the floor, the bed, everywhere.
With a sigh of resolution, I went and got a trash bag and spent two hours sorting (and tossing). I did the same thing in the dining room two days before. I already feel better. I think the junk is a physical manifestation of how I'm feeling. Overwhelmed. Unappealing. Cluttered.
It's my obsession this week, trying to get it dealt with before the holidays come and I have even less time on my hands. If only there were three of me so I could clean each room simultaneously...
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