I'm feeling the need to declutter my house recently. It comes in phases, spells, from time to time. I look around and realize (again) that I have books that will never be read, crafts that will never be completed, things that are not valid to us anymore.
So I started with a box of books in my floor for over a year. That went to the library. I haven't had a chance to read even 1 book. I hope the public will enjoy them.
I have more books that I want to find a place where some child will have enjoyment with them. I loved books. It gave me places to imagine to go with people to imagine you were or with.
I have several boxes in a closet that haven't been touched or opened since I moved in around 3 years ago. I need to pull those down and see if something in them can be disposed of or given away or sold.
I struggle with this because everything holds a memory, everything I worked so hard to survive through in life was accumulated in those boxes before this marriage. I see the same struggle with my son. I guess we both understand that "things" are hard to come by sometimes so it feels wasteful to just throw things out.
I do enjoy that I can donate books to the library however how much longer will people even use a library in a building? I have physical hard copy books as well as digital. Sometimes my eyes do not want to look at an electronic device so I have been borrowing books from the local library. It also saves space and money to borrow them from the library. And the kids seem to enjoy it, which was a welcomed surprise.
I need to declutter however I hardly have the energy or time lately. I guess this blog post will have to serve as my wishful thinking...
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