I’m still in my workout gear from this morning, but I’ve made a utensil holder for my bright silicone tools, and I re-organized my dish cupboard and purged some mugs.
I also kept sitting down to do things and then realized that I forgot something, so, I’m probably moving at a solid six right now. Maybe seven if I get extra credit for creativity with the utensil holder. I used a nut can and some contact paper.
Voila.
It’s strange, but it’s almost as though all of the stuff just keeps its tendrils wrapped tightly around you, holding you in place. I never expected the purging to be so freeing.
Some people don’t have a close connection to things. I imagine their homes as sleek and clutter-free. Space everywhere.
Probably not my future, but who knows? (I kinda know.)
Still, I think we hesistate to start because we fear the process will be painful or difficult. Which can be said of so many things.
But if I hesitate, I look at my sock drawer, so tidy, nothing invisible, all right there. It’s good to have a little more sock drawer.
Hope your Tuesday is productive.
No beating around the blog today, it was not an effective week for me. There was still a whole bunch of clearing at my parents’ house, immediately followed by a migraine that announced itself with words I didn’t intend to type to appearing on the screen. Like “offense” instead of “defense.”
So long Jane Storegoer, I’m back in Chicago and back at my blog. Well, back at my blog as of today; back in Chicago as of last Wednesday, far later than was intended, hour-wise, not day-wise. I was off in the wild Northwest, only it’s not so wild from a cruise ship. And then I saw Vancouver, that beautiful city in Canada surrounded by water.
Ever have one of those weeks where you feel like you tumbled into it out of a moving car and not even a to-do list can keep you on task?
It’s another week down, friends! And I mean down, because it wasn’t great. No political piece again, but that’s because I started writing one yesterday and just couldn’t get it to work.
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