Jlogged

I am cleaning house. No I mean really getting rid of junk! This morning I went through books. So far I’m on box four. I tried to start with the boys room, but started to feel week in the knees and decided that room should be dead last.

Last weekend Aaron and I finished the looming task of painting the garage, and now the plan is to declutter down to the “Do you love it? Does it bring you peace? Is there room for it?” minimum.

We have decided to sell our house, so I have to get serious about the long list of things to do in order to get it staged and crisp. That starts with a giant purge, and huge garage sale.

There is something so freeing about letting things go, and I particularly love it when I see someone walk off with something that served me in a season of my life, knowing it will serve them now. Things like the pair of boots I hiked the foothills of Colorado in. The t-shirt that Jack wore the first time he ate ice cream. The dog eared May Angelou books from my youth.

My mantra will be I love what comes, and I love what goes.

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