MOVING DAY…

I've been moving into my lovely new house this week (yes! we sold our house! hooray! to absolutely lovely people!) and I have been lost in boxes and gear over the last few days. (My husband took this picture of me crashing out this afternoon after too many trips up the stairs with too many boxes of books.) I am behind on everything, and I don't know where anything is, and I am HAPPY.

I love me a good move.

The rest of the house is still a mess, but I have finally completely organized my new writing room, with its happy bright yellow rug (the better to light a flame beneath my ass) so my writing life recommences tomorrow! First things first, folks, first things first.

I got rid of a LOT of stuff during this move. Which is, I think, why I love moving so much. (Honestly, the best method I've ever discovered for thoroughly cleaning out the junk drawer in my kitchen is to just give up and sell the house…).

Here's how I started making decisions over the last week about what was to stay in my life and what was to go:

1) Pick up an object.

2) Ask self: "Does this object fill me with a sense of light and possibility?"

3) If yes, keep it.

4) If not, throw that shit away.

(NOT A BAD WAY TO MAKE A LOT OF DECISIONS ABOUT A LOT OF THINGS IN OUR LIVES, come to think of it..)

So….a toast to clean starts, and fresh spaces, and a new uncluttered (at least for a few days) kitchen junk drawer!

Good night.

Crash,
LG

via Elizabeth Gilbert’s Facebook Wall

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