Can you have too many purses? Too much stuff? Got gobs of clutter and noise in your life? Save the mind probe. Relax. I'm talkin bout me. Things do break down, wear out and get shabby. Patchin' won't help. And more mindless spending is taboo. You scan the place and see... It's time for some major reinin in. ...gotta fix the cracks, replace, re-do, paint... The rug, floor, furniture, the sink, and even the light fixtures look jacked. No money to vacate till it's all done. You get to stay an see the whole thing through. First hand. Remember that Chevy Chase/Shelly Long House Redo movie? (Sigh) So you get started. Shift things aroun'. Push and drag all that stuff to one side of the room. Now fix up that empty space. Then you push all that stuff back, work the other side of th room... and do the same in all six other rooms. Might take a year. You got it? Right. Ooo-wee! You got clutter like you never thought... more than all those folks and yr family you useta shake your head at and squint, condemmed and made fun of. Now you got the problem. Gobs of junk and stuff you gotta get rid of... Nowhere to put it. But it's gotta go. Junky junk's weighin' you down. Got no workspace, no where to sit, eat, or put anything. So don't even try to justify! Look at it for what it is: Gobs, piles, and stacks of stuff. You gotta move through a trail to get from point A to B and beyond. Unnecessary! Okay... maybe it was fun, silly, with a heapin dash of greed that let you rack up those treasures. Now you gotta think 'balance. Naw... you don't expect things to be perfect and in order all the time. The life-scale's not always even. Gets tipped back and forth. But get control, pull back, refocus. That's what I'm doin. Those stacks and stacks of magazines...? I'm lettin' em go. To the VA Hospital for somebody else to read and enjoy. All those shoes... I don't, can't, and must not ever wear again... purses; some I must have bought "when the moon was in the seventh house..." they take up shelf space in three different rooms. All those pants, dresses, sweatshirts that don't fit no matter how many days I lay off the chocolates and orange juice... All go to resale. De-clutter... the closets, home, and my mind. You try it too. Don't want to do it all by myself. Think! Let's bring peace, satisfaction and a little more breathing and elbow room to our surroundings. So get started with me. And... fingers crossed... we just may lose a little blubber in the process. Join me. ...appreciate the company. Sue
