I’m sitting here wasting time because I’m not sure what to write about and I’m using my writers block as an excuse to not get anything done so there is a giant pile of laundry to fold and the little girls’ room is in a painful state of disarray and my closet needs decluttering and why on earth do I have 100 squares of felt when I don’t even like felt?

If you know me in real life you know that I have had a problem living up to my minimalist standards the past few years. It’s as if settling down in one place, knowing that we don’t have to move soon because retirement is less than a year away, has kept me from feeling the need to be move-ready and we’re finding ourselves overrun with stuff that has no purpose other than to remind me that I need to declutter and get rid of stuff.

But we’re discovering lately a stirring. A feeling of possible changes in our future that has prompted my inner declutter bug to get back to work after years of hibernation. I’ve been tossing and giving away things right and left preparing for a move that may or may not happen in a year or two.

Maybe it’s the every 3 to 4-year habit of moving the Navy created in us that has us instinctually assuming it’s time to move on. Or maybe it’s God’s plan for us to have another adventure. I can’t be sure. What I do know is I have a lot of stuff to get rid of and a lot of laundry to burn.
I mean fold.

 

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