Decluttering Life

I've been going through a lot. Not "a lot" meaning difficult or emotional. "A LOT" meaning all my stuff. . .I've been going through it--every last stinkin' bit of it. I suppose our condo makeover has turned into a dejunk fest of sorts. The truth is that I feel liberated and free. Free of useless things. Free of clutter. Free of the weight we call possessions. This is not to suggest that I'm living out of a knapsack. Those of you who know me will understand that would be a semi-ridiculous proposition. I love nice things. I love feeling comfortable and clean. I love knowing that my life is free of the unnecessary. I love my new bed and if I didn't have television responsibilities to fulfill tomorrow morning, I'd be tempted to sit in it all day reading a lovely book and gazing at the beautiful springyness we call life.