After two months of focusing on clearing out the hidden storage areas of my house, I’m quitting for a while. After all, it’s not my life’s work. I confess to you that I had dragged out containers and files and left them scattered all over one room until I couldn’t stand it any longer. So, guess what I did. I just stuffed all that into a closet for another day. Yep. That’s the real world. At least, it’s my real world.
For the next few months, I’ll try to operate on the one-in-one-out rule. Whenever I bring something new in to my house, I’ll get rid of something of equal size, maintaining the status quo of clutter.
My dear friend and poet from Kansas City, Barbara Rhodes, wrote a poem that appropriately closes out this topic.
I find that if you get rid of stuff
(those pesky odds and ends),
you see what really matters in life
and not superficial trends.
One thing you need to remember though;
old pictures are priceless and dear.
They remind you of times and people you love
and the reason why we are here.
Barbara, you are so right. Thank you. I’m moving on to think about the people I love and the reason why I’m here.
This week, I’m visiting some dear friends of 35 years who now live in Virginia.
Maybe you would like to comment on the value of friendships in your life today.