purging

I could be a professional organizer.

I hate clutter and chaos.

Knowing that, I am in the wrong industry. Retail is a hot mess everywhere. Clothes are tossed unhung in dressing rooms. Go-back bars overflow with layers of toppled garments. Neat supply rooms quickly become piles of empty boxes. It unsettles me when I'm surrounded by disorder.

At home I avoid it.

I am preparing to have my apartment painted soon. The last time was February 2007. I am barely recovered from that major cyclone. But first, I want to declutter.

Today I work on bookcases. I give Alexander's text books to my neighbor (why do so many look unopened?); bring unread books (that will never be read) to the library; and toss old notebooks and souvenirs that have lost their value.

With the walls and floors mostly bare, it is starting to look as if I'm moving.

I have no remorse for anything tossed. If anything, I find the absence of things calming.