I laid in bed last night thinking about all of the stuff I need to do this weekend to get ready for the Thanksgiving week. The party we always have, the day and dinner itself. My thoughts mostly focused on my kitchen which of course is the heart of everything, whether of party or feast or just daily life in general.
It is so cluttered. Just filled with stuff and more stuff and mostly stuff I don't use but yes, stuff I do use, and I have got to do something about that. Let stuff go. Let...it...go.
I obsessed about all of that for half the night. This morning I've already thrown away a bunch of microwave popcorn we're never going to use and of course that did nothing except to make a token stab at it. But anyway, after breakfast is over (and I appear to be fucking up the cooking of oatmeal- I swear to you- how do you fuck up oatmeal?) I plan on putting on my overalls and getting in there with garbage bags and going nuclear on it all.
That's my plan.
And of course there's laundry that needs to be done and the chicken coop needs cleaning out and there are forty-two other rooms that need clearing and cleaning.
Yeah. It's going to be a good weekend.
But maybe, just maybe, if I can create some order and serenity in the heart of the house, perhaps my own heart will be more at ease.
I'll let you know.