Just a quick observation here. The world is changing. My parent's generation wanted to give us the things they didn't have. My generation has exceeded the call of duty ten-fold. What have we done?
I recently read an article on a 40 days and 40 bags challenge in which one has to tackle areas of the home and remove one bag of clutter daily. It hit me with jaw-dropping awe that my challenge would not be finding forty bags of unneeded clutter, but instead deciding which of the too many and too much would go. And then I was struck with the most horrible crushing inertia. It's all just too much.
We don't need over thirty coloring books. We don't need twenty-plus coffee mugs. WE don't need this much of ANYTHING. I don't know how to get off this crazy train, but someone please pull the emergency signal..I'm starting to covet the spare environment of Miss Hannigan's orphans.
So lest anyone become alarmed that a) I've written twice in 24 hours after a year's absence, or b) fear that my children will be left playing with a stick and nothing else...this is all just musing.
Something will be done, just what, I don't know.
I started by moving the kitchen table. (I know you are gob-smacked by my logic.) And then I thought, "You know, I really should go read that 40 days thing again..." Which led to printing out the schedule, (please note it makes me feel more organized if you pronounce it "shed-yule"), and tracking record, (because one thing we "type A" folk love is a chart and a deadline), and then...well, here I am; talking to you and pondering how to begin.
Anyway, I have a bag to fill, two children to shower and some clutter to divest myself of. And of small consolation, even Noah was allowed to collect two of everything ;)
I recently read an article on a 40 days and 40 bags challenge in which one has to tackle areas of the home and remove one bag of clutter daily. It hit me with jaw-dropping awe that my challenge would not be finding forty bags of unneeded clutter, but instead deciding which of the too many and too much would go. And then I was struck with the most horrible crushing inertia. It's all just too much.
We don't need over thirty coloring books. We don't need twenty-plus coffee mugs. WE don't need this much of ANYTHING. I don't know how to get off this crazy train, but someone please pull the emergency signal..I'm starting to covet the spare environment of Miss Hannigan's orphans.
So lest anyone become alarmed that a) I've written twice in 24 hours after a year's absence, or b) fear that my children will be left playing with a stick and nothing else...this is all just musing.
Something will be done, just what, I don't know.
I started by moving the kitchen table. (I know you are gob-smacked by my logic.) And then I thought, "You know, I really should go read that 40 days thing again..." Which led to printing out the schedule, (please note it makes me feel more organized if you pronounce it "shed-yule"), and tracking record, (because one thing we "type A" folk love is a chart and a deadline), and then...well, here I am; talking to you and pondering how to begin.
Anyway, I have a bag to fill, two children to shower and some clutter to divest myself of. And of small consolation, even Noah was allowed to collect two of everything ;)
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