I sat there this morning sorting a basket of junk drawer stuff thinking. Why? How many ballpoint pens does it take for me to face the fact that store sell pens, not refills?
Evidently, that number is 3 dozen give or take, not counting the pens thrown away already. On the good side, I tossed a handful of things saved for a reason I don’t remember.
A bonus of down sizing and organizing stuff is the mind set. Going along my way, everything I do, make coffee, cook, look for gloves, put away clothes, I reorganize, adjust or add something to the donate pile. A little voice like a Greek chorus sings, When’s the last time you used that? Give it away, give it away. 🎶
There is rolled up artwork from 2001 that will probably never be framed. I move it from one place to another. One year it was in an old store display I picked up on the side of the road. I am sure that the pastels I will continue to keep. The quick charcoal drawings will go.
Tomorrow, (today if I push it), the project will be finished. Thursday is a thrift store donation day. That is my end goal for the touch down.
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