We live like pigs, and it just can't carry on. There is too much mess everywhere, too much STUFF. I reckon it makes us all stressed because we can never find anything we need. And I think we waste money buying duplicates of things we've already got (music books, CDs, school uniform items).
I found a brand-new unworn pair of ballet shoes in a box yesterday, in the size I was just about to go and buy at the weekend. And two copies of the same CD because we bought one then forgot we bought it or thought it was lost or something then bought another one. I reckon we have two million navy blue pony-tail holders in this house.
We did a lot of tidying up over Christmas, which made the place look much better. But now we've begun to tackle the mess at a deeper more fundamental level and it's made it all untidy again as we move stuff from one room to another, put things into archive boxes, transfer stuff to bags for the second-hand shop. Stuff, stuff, stuff.
I want to live in the Barcelona Pavilion with only a toothbrush, iPod and Kindle. Although in truth I don't think books and CDs count as stuff. They count as essential items. It's just the rest of the stuff I can't bear. Every time I take something to the dump or the hospice shop my soul feels a little lighter.
Isn't it a Buddhist thing, this detachment from the material world? Maybe I'll be finding my spiritual side this year as part of my journey. You have permission to kill me, though, if I Find The Lord (or if He finds me).
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