It was filled to the brim. It was running over. It was everywhere. It was incredibly annoying. It was a translucent version of my worst nightmare. It created internal weights of dreariness every time my tired eyes paid attention. It was my closet. It was my bedroom. It was my kitchen. It was my living room. TOO MANY THINGS! I have too many things! My head screams.
Why is it that the more you own, the more it owns you?
And what it is about getting rid of unused things that just gives you such a sense of relief? What is that? I am getting rid of everything I don’t need, and I. can’t. wait.
As Regina Britt says… get rid of anything that is not useful, beautiful, or joyful! Yes! Here we go..
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