Time to cleanse the...just everything

At Barnes and Noble I went into the section to find some inspiring literature on home decorating, but instead picked up the book "Throw out Fifty Things" By Gail Blanke. At that moment I decided the book was for me.

Everything happens for a reason and everything presents itself at the time you need it most. Something I very strongly believe in. I just wish I knew why all my crazy moments are presenting themselves. Maybe this book is going to explain that to me.

Maybe...

The point of the book is that you are cleansing and getting rid of things not only in your home, but in your mind. Basically you are getting rid of all that heavy stuff that brings you down, whether it is mental or material. As I began reading I was wondering if I could just throw out my house and make that item number one. My house so brings me down right now.

And as a mother of three, my house gets very messy and very cluttered very fast. Which, in point, is my main problem with my home.

I read the first section and was ready to go. The bedroom closet. Wow. I thought it would be difficult to part with some of the clothes or shoes I had but it was so easy to say "haven't worn in a long time", " not my style anymore" and "Holy cow! what was I thinking?" I filled up one whole black trash bag with clothes to give away and haven't even made it to the dresser and night stand yet.

I already feel relieved and felt positive energy emanating from me as I looked in my now clutter free and clean, organized closet.

Items #1: clothes
Items #2: Shoes

Wow, I still have 48 more things to go. This will be an interesting journey.

Here is the website for you to check out if this makes your top ten list of things you need to do: http://gailblanke.ning.com/

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