Out of control...

Have you ever felt like you were drowning when there is no water in sight? I happen to be drowning in clutter; piles, bags, boxes, you name it. It's suffocating and out of control. I don't claim to be a pack rat yet the evidence is there: Walmart receipts from three years ago, piles of recipes cut out of magazines, old school books, clothes no one would wear... Yes, there is evidence though I hide it well. I stuff it behind closets, in the cupboards, under beds, anywhere out of site and out of mind. Yet it's still there. It plagues me.


Recently I decided to go ahead and tackle my recipe/craft cupboard. Years and years of magazine clippings mocked me as they thought they would be forever claiming shelf space. The unfinished crafts glared at me through reproachful eyes. The learning games I had every intention of using with the kids complained at their ineffectiveness. Old receipts spilled out and giggled that they had lasted that long. Yes, these items have become such a part of me that they each had their own personalities. No more! I closed my eyes and threw out three piles of clippings without bothering to look at them. I took the learning games into Collin's room where they were immediately enjoyed (and then scattered to all ends of the house). The crafts were put in their place to find and use. Old receipts and basically trash I thought was treasure was tossed aside without a care. I carefully put back the items that I have use for. Everything is in it's place and everything has a purpose. Success!!!


It feels great to have one tiny corner of the house organized and peaceful. If only the rest of the house could claim that glory. Sigh, it's a long road ahead...