Today will be the day that life in my house is going to change, and it's going to remain unusual for quite some time. I dread it, but it has to be done. I am going to begin tearing things OUT of their places and put the unwanteds into two different piles. One will be for throwing away, one will be for the upcoming garage sale. When I am finished, within the next three or four days, it is my intention to have at least fifty percent of the stupid, stupid things in this house ready to be disposed of. I have had it with living with over-flowing. I have had it with opening a cupboard or cabinet and things either threaten to fall or actually fall...I have had it with my own clothes closet wrinkling my clothes...I have had it. I am 48 years old. I have saved everything that everyone has ever given me, because that's just the way that I am. I don't like to hurt anyone's feelings, and the very idea that someone thought of me in the first place and then bought-made-gave something to me has been enough to make me hang on to that item for a lifetime. I cannot/will not be a slave to that anymore. I desire so strongly to open my cupboards and cabinets and find just a few, loved, beautiful things...that have plenty of room...that have their own place, and not one that has been so thought out, so wedged into their spot, that if you move just one item, nothing else will fit in that cabinet, ever. If you mattered to me enough to think of me to give me something, then you are in my heart. If you didn't, well....that item is not going to change that. I am going to be ruthless. Maybe even downright heartless. Because I have had it.
However, living with-in-among disarray is very hard for me. And after we dispose of the unwanteds, then we have to begin packing the things that we will take with us. And you all know how hard it is to live in a house that is that screwed up. But it must be done. And beginning today, I am doing it.
Wish me luck.
If you all don't hear from me for awhile, then perhaps you should worry. Perhaps you should consider calling out a search party or maybe even the national guard, as after all, I don't really KNOW what lies within...(insert evil laugh here). Gulp.