My house is a mess. True, it’s less of a mess than it was a month or so ago when I finally admitted the problems all this damned stuff is causing, but it’s still a mess.
It was no single thing that led me to this point of reckoning, but the most motivating was realizing the 10-15 pounds I just can’t keep off feels exactly like this mess. This big mess. All this stupid stuff doing nothing but gathering dust and taking up space where oxygen and light used to be---where oxygen and light should be.
So I started tossing and donating, a little here, a little there. And I discovered that, each time something left the house, I felt a little lighter, a little more clearheaded, happier even.
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