Surrounded by boxes as I try to downsize, I realize how incredibly small I am – in the big scheme of things.  I’m going through a lifetime of stuff. Stuff my family and friends gave me. Stuff from music students over the years. Stuff that my almost grown kids may or may not want. Stuff that my ex-husband left in my garage until he sorts out his life. Stuff that my mother-in-law left when she passed away (proving that you can’t take it with you, but you can leave it for other people to deal with).  When the dust settles, I can only hope that I appear a little taller and feel a little lighter – once I’m not weighted down by all of the stuff and the heavy memories that come along with them.

The story of this downsizing and de-cluttering started with a junk drawer the first week of the year.  By next week, I hope to out of the boxes and back to the keyboard. +_+

xo – t.