More or Less

LESS IS MORE

...more or less.

I'm cutting ties with my tenni's. I'm bidding farewell to my not-worn-within-the-last-year frocks. I'm saying adieu to storage tubs of home decor junk in my garage that I can't seem to find a home for, yet have refused to part with over the last 3 moves. I'm selling off our big, beautiful, fit for a king bedroom furniture. I'm digging deep for sappy break-up lines that I'm using on some of my favorite pumps. (don't get me wrong, I'm not going to Goodwill my FAVORITE favorite pumps, just about 40 or so pair of my sort of favorites.) I'm throwing away gobs and gobs of department store make-up that is untouched. Okay, maybe I'll call some friends for that, because waste and gluttony go hand in hand. Or something like that.

I'm sitting in my closet with a half empty bottle of Proseco, surrounded by tissues and Godiva wrappers, telling my 2nd favorite pair of silver crock-skin stilletos that it isn't them, it's me....more or less.

I'm sorting through hundreds of books, thousands of DVD's and CD's. I'm eyein' work out clothes up and down like they all up on my man or sum'n. I'm calling up my cousin's friend's step-aunt's uncle in law to see if he wants the rusty junk in the shed out back.

So here's the scoop. We're moving- as you may have gathered by now. Either that or I've just plain lost my mind. Or both. With moving comes the thinning out of all the crap that one inevitably accumulates over the years, at which point one might stop and say "Wow, how did I accumulate so much crap over the years?" So as I started on my path to self enlightenment, pun intended, I realized that purging my materialistic belongings actually feels good. It feels really good. Scary good. Like lying on a massage table on a sunset beach in Rio, under a silk sheet having my feet tended to by a pool-boyesque massuer named Guillermo kind of good. Humm... Oh, right...back to the crap in boxes.

I heard somewhere a while back that clutter in the home creates clutter in the mind. Keeping this in mind and repeating it as my own internal mantra has really helped this process along. It has kept me positive and motivated on this quest to declutter. Something I didn't see coming is that this process has been as addictive as having a non-fat soy latte in my hand before my feet hit the hardwood in the morning. More or less, what I'm trying to say is that while I knew I would be getting needless things out of my way, I didn't expect to have a spiritual revelation over this.

We find ourselves faced with a choice now, regarding which new place we're going to call home. Do we chose the larger home which we are accustomed to and can afford OR do we CHOOSE to live in a home much smaller? We talked it over and have both come to a mutually exciting decision. We CHOOSE a much smaller home. We choose to be squished together in the bed at night, rather than reaching across the sateen abyss for a warm touch. He chooses to always have us underfoot, because he likes it better that way. :) I choose to have less house to tidy-up at night and more reading time with my babies. We choose togetherness....more or less.

I mean, if Carrie can live in a 600 square foot flat and fit her shoe stock into a crawlspace, then why can't I squish my babies and husband into twice that space and my toes into half as many shoes?