Do you ever feel that the universe is trying to tell you something? Perhaps even trying to tell you something big and ugly?
After spending some time in my basement, my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad basement I found myself sinking deeper and deeper into awareness. The awareness that my basement has become unmanageable.
This is an uncomfortable awareness and an awareness that was not without tantrums on my part.
"I love my junk!"
"If I had a house with closets I wouldn't have to store it all in the basement!"
"Life is not fair!"
Though all of those things are true, it does not change the fact that the current basement situation is not sustainable. I accept that it's time to consider some change.
Action will require some hard choices. I'll have to decide which things I must keep and which things I can pass on. My goal is to reduce the quantity of stuff in the basement by 50%.
Some things I may miss. Others I don't even remember that I own.
I will do this. And I will consume chocolate in victory.