I have been decluttering lately
There is an ugly sounding word...
Not it's meaning but what it sounds like when you say it.
It sounds harsh on the tongue,
and I guess it is fitting since decluttering can be a little harsh
when done properly.
I began this "little project" when I started contemplating the changes that are about the occur in my life.
THE DREADED EMPTY NEST (a surefire hit of a post for the future)
I figured that if my nest was going to be empty..
that at least it could be clean.
Not clean as in antiseptic pine-sol fresh (although that never hurts)
but clean as in devoid of
And let's face it...wherever there are children....there is junk.
painted ceramic do hickeys
old school papers
mountains and mountains and mountains
My problem is that I LOVE toys.
I always have and I always will.
I think that we come to earth programmed with specific likes and dislikes
It's like they told my spirit...
"Hey you over there....
yea... you.... the one that is just sitting there all the time...
It's your turn.
Just an FYI.... you you are going to like
photos, fancy lunch treats, graveyards and toys.....a LOT
You will always hate bullies, olives and exercise.
Now go on....
Get outta here."
When my children were born it was such a wonderful excuse to indulge some of my favorite things.
I would spend countless hours wandering the aisles of Target in search of the latest toys.
I would get a rush of adrenaline to find a toy that
My mom who was always my shopping buddy would try to be patient with me,
but would often tell me that she would only go on a shopping excursion if it did NOT include the toy section.
But it always did.
But back to de-cluttering (((shudder)))
I was doing pretty good with my task until I came to a wicker basket
filled with random little knick knacks.
Random reminders of little hands
I don't know whether or not I am ready for "the empty" nest
but I KNOW I am not ready to de-clutter
Not just yet.