Stuff.
It’s everywhere, and I’m tired of living with it, packing it, moving it, cleaning it, and almost never using or looking at it. Be it E-Bay, charity, or the dumpster, I am determined to rid my house of things I don’t love or need. I need to be surrounded by things that bring me joy or fulfillment, and “STUFF” doesn’t do that! Why do I continue to dust that ridiculous knick-knack that I hate, but I keep because Great-Aunt Bessie gave it to me? Why? Get over the guilt, and get rid of it. Oi!
