practice discardia

And threw out everything that needed to be discarded. True, most of it was broken, but that never mattered to him. There was just too much, and it was sucking the life out of me. And when I realized that the bottom was a thick layer of dirt and tiny bugs – well, now I know why I was so disturbed.

I have thrown out 2 (small) bags of stuff that I don’t need. Not all of it was garbage when it got here, but a surprising amount of it should have been stopped at the door!

I am very proud of myself, and pleased, and feel as though I have accomplished something major; I am at the start of a major accomplishment, and I am tired but exhilarated!

Well, I will be starting on Saturday, trying to turn my son’s room (by which I mean room full of crap) into a habitable dwelling.

Wish me luck, and strength. And determination.