Yeah, didn't take too long to abandon a nice colourful design for the site.
But I've been thinking, again,
LAURALEA STOP READING NOW...
Actually she's like me in the whole clutter thing, she just doesn't need to be worried about my mad random thinking.
And now that she's not reading, where was I...
Oh yeah, "one"
What if, we had kinda like just one of the stuff we needed.
You know. Like one, or perhaps two but no more than three,
One purse or briefcase.
One scissor. Or is it one scissors?
One plate per person.
One salt shaker.
One quilt per bed.
One outdoor hose.
One box for useless papers.
Or one useless paper.
One box of storage.
One pair of underwear.
Well, ok, the idea breaks down. But you get what I'm after here?
We go through life gathering stuff that sticks to us. Then our job becomes that of stuff storer, and as we age we gather more stuff and need homes for our stuff.
My kids grow up and leave home and when they leave, boy do they have stuff. Not junk, well mostly, but stuff. We've taught them how to gather stuff, I'm just not always sure we've taught them how to not let the stuff own you.
That is a tricky one, because stuff accumulates around you as you progress through life.
You need a certain wrench or pen or marker or scissors for a certain need. Then when that need is met, you are still left with the tool you required, so you rightly save it, because you just paid for it and may have need of it again. This is good stewardship.
But then you end up hauling that tent around for the rest of your life, the one you used for just that one trip camping and have never wanted to use again.
I don't know, there are no easy answers here folks.
Well, unless you have a quonset in the back yard you can use to hold all your stuff.
Collecting or gathering is passive, it happen to you as you progress through life. But divesting yourself of your stuff needs to be active. It takes a deliberate act on your part to lighten the load.
To get rid of. To give away.
I'm not saying I have a handle on this yet people, I'm just saying I've been thinking...
Which can always be dangerous.