As I sort through the contents of the spare room, the kitchen cupboards and the nooks and crannies all over the house I take everything into the spare room and slap a price sticker on it, then it is packed away ready for the first car boot of the season. Sometimes I work methodically and sometimes I pull out a drawer and it's contents annoy me so it is tipped out and sorted then and there. Good if I have a spare ten minutes, not quite so good if I was just reaching for a pen!
It won't be long now until that first car boot, weather permitting it should be on the first Sunday in April and I will be so glad to see the building stack of boxes gone from the spare room. As I sort and clear and space is revealed even knowing that the stack is there tucked in behind the door pulls me down.
I need room to breathe.
Room equals space, space equals freedom, freedom to do as we please and go where we will. It clears the mind, my mind, and frees the soul. That we do this together is good, that Lovely Hubby understands my need to de-clutter is brilliant, I thank him for this silently each day, and sometimes it comes right out and I thank him aloud, not often enough I know but he reads this and sometimes to see thanks written down is even more acknowledging.
So thank you Lovely Hubby for not complaining too much when the thing you reach for is no longer there,
for putting up with the shifting belongings we do have and that we are keeping, and I promise that soon, hopefully by the end of this year, the things we have got left will all have a space they can call their own, and they will remain in that space long enough for you to get used to it.
Now if you will just let me into the Man Shed I could really have some fun and fill some boxes :-)
For my Mum ........
... Happy Birthday Mum, love you lots, see you soon.