Baby, it's cold outside
Another cold front has moved in, and I managed to spill a beverage all over my comforter, so I'm waiting for it to dry. Joy.
Glad tomorrow is my Friday...wonder how many books I can get out just with the boxes I have on hand. Gawd, it's only been about fourteen months since my last major purge...but I find myself looking at the same titles, untouched on the shelves, and I know it's time to let go of more. (Kinda like the boxes of clothes---last spring, GK and I channeled several huge bales to Goodwill. But looking through my closet reminds me that I can do better than THAT crap.)
There are so many thing I want to do with this place, but stuff has to go first. (Yes, I'm repeating myself, but it's the only way to get it to stick in my fluff-tarded brain.) If it doesn't contribute to my best life, I need to let it go....
Glad tomorrow is my Friday...wonder how many books I can get out just with the boxes I have on hand. Gawd, it's only been about fourteen months since my last major purge...but I find myself looking at the same titles, untouched on the shelves, and I know it's time to let go of more. (Kinda like the boxes of clothes---last spring, GK and I channeled several huge bales to Goodwill. But looking through my closet reminds me that I can do better than THAT crap.)
There are so many thing I want to do with this place, but stuff has to go first. (Yes, I'm repeating myself, but it's the only way to get it to stick in my fluff-tarded brain.) If it doesn't contribute to my best life, I need to let it go....