My obsessive-compulsive tendencies really come out and dance around in the holiday season-- probably ~~stress~~. One year I became obsessed with writing a family Christmas letter in poetry, LOL. I'll have to find it and post it before Christmas just for grins. I gave that up after that Christmas, and I haven't done cards in -- I don't know how long. I can truly see the point in doing newsletters, but I see no point in cards. It's nothing personal to all you ambitious, organized masses out there, it's just that I really don't like cards in most cases. They rarely ever contain information other than a signature and a message from a card company, and they usually don't have cash or checks in them. ;) This year I got one that someone had stamped their name in, LOL. I can never figure out where to put all these stupid cards, and I look forward with great anticipation to the day I can chuck them all into the vertical file.
This season's current madness has me ruthlessly cleaning out a wardrobe that we're getting rid of, and cleaning out my side of the closet. Kicking into gear and de-cluttering this time of year is refreshing, although tiring. I should probably be cleaning, but this is what preserves my sanity the most. Plus I just HAVE to do it. It's been several months since I de-cluttered, and since then my mom and dad have moved into a much smaller space -- and they gave me tons of stuff.
But, I have strayed off the topic. I think getting a start with less stuff in 2004 will be great. Every time I do this, I let go just a little more of the things that have weighed me down. I think an ideal life would be one in which I had a few things, and those would be the things I truly loved and used.
Another cool thing about getting rid of stuff is that it's sometimes contagious. While de-cluttering other people's stuff is a bad idea, sometimes they follow your example. Scott rubs his hands in gleeful anticipation of de-cluttering, and usually outdoes me. We have trouble getting Charity to keep anything, LOL. It's good to have one kid that you don't have to help shovel out their stuff. Unfortunately, all my boys are packrats, and I have to usually help them do an item by item evaluation. ~~sigh~~ I have even taken a rake and raked the stuff out from under their beds before -- seriously. But I think that may wait until after Christmas. :P
Posted by 2Flower at December 21, 2003 08:00 PM | TrackBack