Today we’re making another attempt to simplify. We’ve loaded the car with “stuff” to take all the way to the yard sale in our daughter’s neighborhood in Pennsylvania. Of course, if my husband didn’t have this hobby of acquiring things from the “Put and Take” at our local dump, we would have room to load some of the treasures from our house that we have collected over the thirty plus years.
I’m well aware that simplicity isn’t simply about getting rid of stuff, but I also know that just thinking about all the piles of “sitters,” books, clothing, dishes, kids drawings and trophies (for every sport’s event that they every participated in)—you name it—is enough to get me thinking that nothing in my life will ever be simple. So just making a little headway in clearning (cleaning and clearing) gives me the illusion that I’m walking down a simple path.
I’m well aware that simplicity isn’t simply about getting rid of stuff, but I also know that just thinking about all the piles of “sitters,” books, clothing, dishes, kids drawings and trophies (for every sport’s event that they every participated in)—you name it—is enough to get me thinking that nothing in my life will ever be simple. So just making a little headway in clearning (cleaning and clearing) gives me the illusion that I’m walking down a simple path.