freedom

How does one small family of three accumulate so much junk??? I was just taking stuff down to the basement a little while ago and was just full of disgust at our full-of-junk space. Today at my playgroup one of the moms was talking about wanting to finish their basement and another mom said, "Yeah, we want to, too, but you know, there's just something nice about a basement that will just accept your junk." I laughed, thinking of our basement, which is quite good at accepting our junk!

We have dreams of finishing ours too, especially just to have a space for toys so our dining room no longer has to be a playroom (my husband really, really wants to make it a home theater, but I'm thinking the necessity of a playroom and the fact that it's the least expensive option will allow it to win out), but for now, it is nice to just take something to the basement to get it out of the way and not have to worry about making it look nice somewhere. There is a certain sort of freedom in that.

Even more freeing, though, would be to rid myself of all of the junk! I wish I could bring myself to do it. I hang on to everything....either for sentimental reasons or because "I might need it someday." I'd hate to have to go buy something that I once had but got rid of because I didn't want it cluttering up my house. I don't think I'll ever be free of junk and clutter. It's just not in me to get rid of it. But maybe someday I'll organize it better and feel some more freedom in that.

I've been contemplating whether or not I should share my daughter's name because I am so tired of typing it in the middle of a story without thinking and then have to go back and delete it and change it to "my daughter" or some other phrase to indicate who I'm talking about. I've decided that all five or ten of you who read this blog know her name anyway, and the one or two strangers who may somehow find their way here probably won't be back, so by sharing her first name I most likely won't be revealing her identity to some scary person somewhere, so to make matters easier for myself, I'll share the fact that her name is Rachel. (Most of you knew that already, so it's not a huge revelation.)

There, I've said it. I no longer have to walk around that fact. Whew.....what freedom!