I did it. I threw out everything except for one story (well, the hard copies anyways). My closet of binders and folders and mismatched papers, maps, sketches is officially tossed.
It needed to be done. And in truth it feels like a weight has been lifted. There is no guilt over the purge either. Those stories were going nowhere and if they are worthy ideas I will remember them for another time.
Of course without the clutter my brain is now suddenly stirring with new ideas but I’m not committing to anything.1) because I don’t have time. 2) because I don’t want to stick to any single project yet.
Instead, I am focussing on making this (long) weekend a decluttering/reorganization of everything in my house.
Already there are a good dozen bags and boxes of clothes to donate. I’ve sifted through my jewelry. And sorted out a kitchen cupboard for the baby’s cups and bowls. (I can hardly believe she’s on mushy solids already!)
I have started sifting through one harddrive. And I’ve decided to let go a great many books too. Real books that for some reason I have held on to from my university years. (The shelves of which are to be replaced by DD’s growing hoard of toys.)
All in all it feels great!
