Purging the Extra Stuff

When I am honest with my belongings I am amazed to find that I have surrounded myself With things that I thought I could not live without Once upon a time….. But once upon a time is long gone, and these things no longer give me joy, or make me happy in any kind of weird way. That sparkly spangly pillow I did not think I could live without two months ago Is uncomfortably hard, and scrapes my fingers in an unkind way when I accidentally brush up against it. But here it sits because I did pay Twenty-three dollars for it, right? Wrong! It is going, and so are thousands of other items that no longer give me joy. I am loading up the truck with buckets and boxes of insane things when my husband starts to stroll around the corner. Whisk! He is now hiding behind the edge of the porch. He has seen me in this mood many times, and he always comments that he is surprised I have not yet hauled him off. I glare at him. Wishing he would get just a little closer for I am in that mood.