This week I have been going through boxes and bins of old treasures, only to find that we have way too many things that aren’t really treasures anymore. Too much clutter just jams up my head and makes all creative flow slow down to a tiny little creek of ideas instead of the river of ideas I expect. A garage sale, I’m afraid, is in order here. I dread the day of just waiting for someone to offer me half of what I’m asking for for my old treasures – which is already a fraction of what I paid for it to begin with. But the time is here for refreshing my space; creating a better flow in my space and in my mind. So, whatever doesn’t serve a purpose or cause a warm and fuzzy for us anymore must go.
My home will never be sparse, will never be feng shui, never the sleek style that is so attractive in other people’s homes. It is full of memories and purchased artifacts that make me smile and remember all the good times and bad – and just pieces of time I will never see again. All our travels are documented in these artifacts and knick-knacks. The books, pictures and baubles of my past make me know who I am, who I’ve been. It may be that I am a pack-rat of sorts, but I like to consider myself a collector. It is my nature to make a home of wherever we land – wherever we are for even just a piece of time. And the next place, wherever it may be, I will take another bit of memories from here along for the ride.