I’m sure I put this in here before, and they probably bring this story back into circulation every year around this time. But now I can truly identify with it. I’ve said it before and will say again that Al’s visit is most likely the reason for my massive cleaning urges, however it seems to have flipped a switch in my mind. I CAN get rid of things, I can throw them away and not feel horrible. I’m nearly out of trash bags ‘cos I’ve gotten rid of so much stuff and it does feel good.
True, I haven’t yet gone to the storage space in the basement and grabbed some of the “untouched” boxes that haven’t been looked at since my move, but I’m working on it.