I've been getting rid of old stuff lately. Not tons of stuff, just things I have put away here and there that I've been holding on to in case someone wants them or I need them at some point. But let's face it, who needs those sorts of things "at some point" in actual fact?
So out they go!
I've already had one giveway when my sisters and cousin were over the other weekend. I'd had all kinds of things stashed in my linen closet, so much so that I couldn't get at anything easily. So my sisters had fun, and I got rid of stuff.
Now I'm cleaning out other places – drawers, my armoire, everything.
I just want it all gone, and for someone who can get all sentimental about inanimate objects, I really don't care – I'm too tired. I want my life empty and clean. (OK, not really empty. I actually like stuff and clutter, but useful stuff and clutter, like books I love. My dream house is that sort of English country house in which every room is an adventure, filled with interesting objects to explore and discover – but no uninteresting crap!)
Now if only I could shed RA as easily...
Addendum: Just read an article that says we secrete the stress hormone cortisol when surrounded by disarray. Read it here.