Today it's raining heavily. It's very peaceful and calm, perfect for the day after Christmas.
I took all the wrapping paper, boxes and bows to the attic, and wondered if it wasn't a little hasty.
Some years I relish the holiday experience, but not this year. My mentality is single focused: clarity, clarity, clarity.
Greg has to work, again, but reports that no one is moving.
Having gone through the house fully to clean everything out, I'm now finding that a second and third pass are probably needed. Yet I also have to be careful not to use it as a diversion from the real work at hand.
I've found that dealing with all my stuff -- the forgotten files, the unread books, the family heirlooms that feel such a burden as they wither away in closets -- has been unexpectedly liberating.
Making multiple decisions and thinning out stuff, I'm finding, has been remarkably empowering.
TOMORROW: More on the remarkable empowerment. Photo of Garbo is gratuitous