Clutter

Have you ever looked around at your clutter? I mean really LOOKED at it?

Where does it come from? How did it all find its way into your domain? Does it replicate itself when you aren't looking? Have wild parties when you're gone, invite it's clutter buddies, and then forget to send them home?

It's all very useful stuff, right?

I don't know about you, but I absolutely MUST have all 157 ink pens, 13 cotton swabs, 2 pairs of scissors, 3 pink beads, 2 plastic barbie rings, 1 large ball of fuzz, 63 elastic bands, 1 3-D cardboard space ship from a happy meal box, and 7 hair clips on my desk... and 2 broken crayons.

After almost 18 years of children, I've gotten to the point that I can overlook the clutter most of the time. However, on occasion, the clutter reaches up, smacks you in the face, and screams, "LOOK AT ME!!!"

So I looked. I KNOW there's a good reason for saving everything here. There HAS to be. Right? Then I decided (for about the 793rd time this year) that it's time to de-junk... get rid of some of the clutter.

Guess what I keep discovering? I can't throw that phone book from 1985 out... what if I decide to move and need paper to wrap my three nick-nacks in?

I can't throw that box of scrap book embellishments out that I bought 5 years ago and never got around to using... one of these days I'm going to actually START that scrapbook... and then I'll need it... I will!

That rusted out old tin? I can use it in the garage for loose nuts, bolts, and assorted crap that I may need some day... I mean, I only have 7 more of those in the garage that are full of odds and ends that I'll need when I do my next big construction project. Right?

Right. Absolutely.

So I threw away three pieces of torn up paper.

Ah well... better luck next time. LOL