I'm going to start by saying that I don't make New Years's Resolutions. I stopped years ago; they are set-ups for failure. I feel bad about myself - and that leads nowhere good. I prefer to look at a new year as sort of a blank canvas that I can make into anything that I want. I have thought a lot about it in the past few weeks as I have continued with the massive clean-out adventure I've undertaken. The way I want this year's image to look is like a splendiferous, streamlined existence for our empty nest. After all, my long-range goal is to have the project finished by the end of this year.
I don't know how it happens (well that's a little bit of a fib). Mostly, I know how it happens, but it's never intentional. I take a magazine or two back to peruse while watching TV, I don't get to it as quickly as planned and one thing leads to another, or in this case, one magazine adds to the stack. Although there are a lot of things in the room that we don't need, many of these I am not ready to part with (high school yearbooks). This will be a tougher one. I also have lower "standards' for the family room. By it's very nature, it's a place to let our hair down, relax and have fun. It feels okay to have a lot of our favorite things surrounding us. So although the extra magazines (and yes more of those horrid catalogs) will be cleared out, it will remain homey with a lived-in quality.
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