Last night I had a sudden urge to go through my junk and get rid of some stuff. This urge came at about 10:30pm, but I get the urge so rarely that I decided to act on it.
And now my room is a mess.
Isn't it funny how, in going through junk to make things tidier and better, you make a mess? It's sort of aggravating since my room was pretty tidy to begin with. So basically I've taken my tidy room and turned it into a mess.
And yet, it seems to me that things need to get stirred up about every six months. Otherwise energy settles into the corners and just sits there, and somehow that's not something I really like. Maybe I need a besom. :)
I'm gathering tid bits of my junk, things like show tickets and notes from Girl Scout day camps -- things that have good memories attached to them and that make me smile. I've had them strewn throughout boxes, but I am going to finally put them together into a scrap book. I've never done scrap booking, and what I put together won't be anything fancy, but at least everything will all be in one place nice and tidy. Or relatively nice and tidy, anyways.