Super Chunk

So, yeah, I make New Year’s resolutions.  I don’t generally arrive, if you know what I mean, but I carry good intentions forward with me into every year (and I don’t limit myself to the beginning of January, either — any time is a good time to make a positive change).

For this year, the major thing is digging out from under all this STUFF.  We have a smallish house, which I generally love.  There isn’t an inch of wasted space in its construction, and it is strong and sturdy (though showing its age on occasion).  Quite frankly, I would rather edit my belongings than move.  So today the trunk of my car is full of dishes and miscellany.  I have a basket and a largish box full of outgrown kid stuff to donate.  And I am taking the above pictured stack of books to the library for next weekend’s book sale.  It’s a drop in the bucket (and Becky says, “Those books are not pretty.”), but it’s a start.

Here’s what this does for me: makes it easier to keep my home orderly and, well, homelike. Makes it simpler to help my children grow into self-sufficient people whose future spouses will not grumble about my parenting skills.  Makes it more peaceful to live with myself and to do the writing and thinking and just-being that I need to do.