I am cleaning and decluttering my house because my butt looks fat and I have piles of crap suppressing my spirit. Apparently, the butt fat will disappear and my spirits will soar in the absence of clutter. Also, apparently, there will be economic wealth freed up from the hidden resources trapped in and under these piles of crap. (Thank you, Oprah. Thank you, Peter Walsh.)
After two+ weeks of cleaning and decluttering, I looked around and started to feel anxious and overwhelmed at how much more there is to do. And then? I remembered that my thoughts are energy, and what I think will manifest itself in my life. (Thank you, Oprah. Thank you, James Arthur Ray.) So I gently hugged myself and said: “Look what you’ve accomplished! Keep going. One pile at a time.” Each day, or nearly every day, I tackle another pile, a drawer, a cabinet, or a shelf. One
day pile at a time.
Also, after two+ weeks of cleaning and decluttering, I have this to report: My butt is still fat AND I have an effing headache suppressing my spirit. Moreover, I can’t find a gosh-darned thing, because someone has moved the piles of crap. Apparently, there is wealth though. I found $60 in cash and . . . the Girl’s library card under the bookcase in
the Black Hole the Rat’s nest Laura’s room.
Can we meet for coffee? The caffeine ought to help my headache, and I can give back the Girl’s library card. It will be my treat because $60 in cash.
P.S. I probably shouldn’t watch today’s Oprah show or I’ll end up joining Jenny Craig, signing up for NutriSystem, or opting for a gastric bypass. Just saying.
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