Let It Go

Another January--another year.  A breath of fresh air arrives with each new year.  It is, for me, a cleansing.  The rubble from the past year needs to be tossed and elbow room and a sense of freedom takes its place.  I am finding that I have less attachment to things and can see them in the context of just things.  What value do they hold long term?  Most are of little worth except for the sentimental value we create for them. 

Objects, possessions, things, collections often end up in a box somewhere on a shelf.  Once in the box they are no longer a treasured possession.  The only things of value are those that we enjoy looking at on a daily basis or use regularly.  Our boxes of collections will never hold the same interest for someone else.  My goal  is to turn toward disposeable items.  My travel purchases are candy for the grand kids, an  inexspensive piece of jewerly that I will wear and a cataologe of memories.  If something new comes home with me, then something old must leave.

Now as I preach the art of organizing and uncluttering I am guilty of bringing home three new books on card making, two books of bound colored paper, rubber stamps, stamp pads, glitter, ribbon and a new kind of glue and paint brushes to spread the clue.  I also have three boxes of blank cards--let's see how many hundred cards would that be?

I will justify these purchases because they fall in the area of creativity, personal expression, art.  My box of clay and books on jewelry design are in that same catagory and sleep peacefully under my work table.  At this point in time I am consumed with creating cards.  It entertains me on the long winter nights and I pretend that I am in the midst of a creative awakening.  Whatever--I am happy and my bubble is still flying high.