I’m taking a quick break from my hiatus to do something I don’t normally—reblog a post. But this is a new blog from one of my dearest friends about living fully in a simpler way. I hope you’ll take a few moments to check out her very first post. Now, back to the whirlwind that is my September!
I moved recently from an apartment to a townhouse and the process overwhelmed me. How had I managed to fit all this stuff into a one-bedroom apartment? Some of it held sentimental value, of course, but much of it was just taking up space. A look at my bookshelves provided insight into the larger problem. The shelves were crowded with volumes I rarely looked at:
- collections of crochet patterns, which I now prefer to browse for online;
- Shakespeare’s plays (from the days when I could afford a subscription to the Chicago Shakespeare Theater);
- gardening books (not useful for apartment dwellers);
- user manuals for software and devices I no longer owned;
- textbooks from my (long ago) days as an undergrad;
- books I felt I should read but probably never would.
I walked past these shelves every day but I wasn’t actually seeing what was on them. I had accumulated much of this clutter by…
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