Now that I'm home, I'm cleaning a metric ton of stuff out of our master closet and bedroom proper. Since I use a corner of the master as my home office, I'm especially annoyed when it gets cluttered, and it's been cluttered for a good year. I know, I'm telling you all my secrets. So far I've lightened my wardrobe by three trash bags full, and this week I'll take them to a local thrift store that supports a domestic violence shelter.
The bedroom is just the beginning. Greyson's room and closet need a thorough tidying, and we have an extra closet in the main part of the house that needs a good pick through. I'm looking at everything, really. Do I still enjoy that knickack that's been gathering dust? Am I ever going to use anything in this junk drawer?
I recently watched the documentary, Minimalism, and while it wasn't that great, it did get me in a lather to clean up and clean out. After the bedroom...my "favorites" bookshelves. If I won't re-read it or teach it, it goes!
The first day of 2017, like the beginning of every year, feels like an opportunity for new beginnings. Another chance to do better, be better, live purposefully. My goals, both reading-related and otherwise, seem simpler this year, though no less important:
- Make things
- Do more
- Purchase less
My "one word" for this year, as I've mentioned before, is assurance. I will give it and accept it.
My first book of the year ties in with my goals and my one word.
I'm looking so forward to cracking the proverbial spine on Hope in the Dark by Rebecca Solnit. Just as soon as I'm done cleaning.
Happy new year, friends.