My husband gave me a bracelet of pearls for Christmas, knowing how much I love Japan. And beauty. And that he would never in a million years be able to choose a book for me.
But, that’s not what this post is about.
This post is about possessions. I looked at the jewelry boxes already stacked up on my dresser and knew I would need to find a superior way of storing them.
So we went to Target, bought one of those plastic bins which is supposed to fit under your bed (unless you have a sleigh bed like mine under which nothing fits but little dust bunnies). I filled it up with the empty boxes for my jewelry, my iPod classic from several years ago, my fountain pen from many years before that, and I went to bed burdened.
As we look at our reading goals for 2011, I have a few more: don’t anticipate trouble for tomorrow when you can enjoy today; don’t be obligated into doing things because you haven’t established boundaries; don’t buy anything more! (Read what you have, and in so doing participate in C.B. James’ TBR Dare.)
Wait a minute. NOT one book.
But, one of everything else. Do you know what I mean? Do the things you own come out at night and crawl around your bed taunting you with their clutter? Am I the only one who feels overwhelmed, and guilty, in owning so much stuff?!