I’m still waging this war on stuff. Stuff here. Stuff there. Stuff everywhere. We manage our stuff. We move our stuff. We dust our stuff. We trip over stuff. And last night I moved a bunch of said stuff out of the basement where it had been in a holding pattern waiting for a yard sale. Time and patience got the best of me and I decided to just donate it.
I confess that as excited as I was to see the nice, cleared area where boxes has once stood, I wanted to lift the lid on those boxes and take a peek. I didn’t. I was afraid of what I might do.