Today, I am …well, Rebecca calls it "shedding" while a physician friend calls it "giving the house a 'crapectomy.' " I will just call it "unloading stuff into the universe." But I always get stuck on the part "where shall I send these things?" And I get stuck on the sentimental symbolism of many items, wanting to keep them - long after they have served their purpose.
And so, I took a look at the story of one woman from the Pacific Northwest (her name is Beautiful Existence, really!) who just may receive some of my erstwhile treasures. I wonder if I could meet such a challenge of no-new-stuff (except for food and medicine). Could you?