Well of course I do. I am plagued by the problem of too much stuff. Too much keeping, too much buying, too much procrastination of dealing with these things.
I have never been satisfied because I didnt realize how extreme my ideal is in this current atmosphere. And paradoxically (is that a word?)my goals were too low.
My ideal. Is the home I grew up in. Except for the family business, a plumbing company. Delete that part. But not my hardworking parents who built it there.
Anyway, back to my 70's home. The golden couches in the living room. That was it. Couches. People were the treasure, our friends were the treasure there. Our cat was our entertainment system. Thats where we danced, listened to dad play the guitar, played cards. We were a family there.
I have a housefull of kiddos. Their life and educations generate . . . lets just be real, (pause for effect) waste. And for some reason I think I need to save every piece of paper to prove something. When, in the end the only papers that count are their degrees.
My mom kept one box of mementos, other than photos. A few cute things from Kindergarten, the clown I drew, my brothers poems and a few really good drawings.
Sure, I've stopped shopping. I am quicker to throw out and donate these days. And dejunking a drawer or resetting a room is somewhat of a hobby. But now I see all this stuff for what it is. Its roadblocks to more happiness.
heh, It cracked me up when I had to pick a blogger template. The simple ones were to bland. I needed a bit more color. (See also; consumer.) So I picked this one, it's this funky book clutter. The templates name is simple.
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