A bumpy start to the New Year- while it seemed the whole world was busy creating and executing their resolutions, my family spent the first 21 (and counting) days sick. From strep throat to the corona virus, and a trip to the ER for baby- I am over it all.
Adding to my frustration is the Return to Minimalism, sparked by the Netflix original Kon-Marie show.
I watched in agony- some from strep throat- but mostly because the growing Post-Holiday Pile Up was still here; and I was either sidelined by illness myself, or helping my husband as we ran kids from doctor to doctor.
Fear of Missing Out- here everyone is remembering the joys of simplicity- tossing out piles of clothes, emptying drawers, recycling and discarding. And like the rest of my good intentions for 2019- nothing has happened.
No studio time. No deep cleaning of the house. No sorting of old paperwork. No emptying closets and seeing what sparks joy.
Forgive my whiny rant- I am hoping that maybe this week, if the stars align, the family will feel better, and just maybe, I can set some goals besides monitoring who is taking what antibiotic at what time.
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We lucked into a wonderful method of kickstarting the whole de-clutter thing this year – we ran out of money after Christmas – completely ran out of money. After a day spent in the attic, and the sale of industrial quantities of crap collected over the last twenty years, we are back in the black. Who knew that all that stuff that’s been in boxes in the loft for years was worth so much to others ?!
Amazing isn’t it! And still sometimes I find myself holding onto things, even though I have forgotten about it! Congrats on a great start to the New Year!!
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