(unspellable groan) Why, God, do you bless me with so much shit?! I swear hoarding is the disease of the blessed. Tonight I’d like to be a little less blessed.
Today I went through some purses. Now my room is a disaster, more so than usual. My bed is engulfed. It’s more reorganizing, repositioning, than purging. I managed to give up two sweatshirts and a purse – to the couch that is. Who knows if they’ll ever make it out of the house.
I’d like to be blessed in ways other than possessing the talent to possess so many different things and the lack of talent or ability to get rid of them. I know why I do it. It’s a big part of my life. But sometimes it can get overwhelming.
© Michelle Routhieaux 2010