It is funny how one thing leads to another. I love to do yoga as I find it really helps keep my aches and pains at bay. I've had my yoga mat for many years and it has lost its grip. Not a good thing when you are balancing in a twist and then something slips. I decided to get a new mat.
That was the beginning of the end. Since I had a new mat, maybe I should tidy up my yoga room (aka spare bedroom). Before I knew it I cleaned under the bed, then the corner cabinet, of course that led to desk drawers, then 'what the heck' might as well hit the closet. If I'm going to do the downstairs bedroom, I might as well clean under the upstairs bed, then that closet, might as well get the crawl space. Next thing I know I'm in the sewing/craft nook. 6 bags of junk later and I'm too exhausted to do yoga.
I think the biggest challenge was a drawer of cords. I plugged those suckers into everything. Cords are the new keys. Everyone has a drawer full of keys that they have long forgot where the locks were. Well, now there is a drawer full of power cords. Second verse same as the first.
The thing is, I'm pretty good at tossing junk yet here I am taking bags of junk to the dumpster.
Mom and Dad gave me a nice trunk several years ago. It is perfect for all of my letters and photos. I am astounded at how many letters I have. I'm super happy that I finally have one place to put them. I made several trips downstairs corralling my correspondence in one place. I cried as I read letters I had sent to my grandfather that were returned to me when he passed and a note from my niece who passed away this year. I hope someday after I have passed, my nieces spend a day sitting together reading about their history: recipes, newspaper articles, and just a letter about how the week went.