So when my astrological presage told me that in February, Neptune would move out of my sign for good, meaning "Cobwebs of confusion which have hovered for more than a decade are suddenly brushed away," I took it as a sign it was time to let go of some things. Be it physically or metaphysically or mentally or what have you.
I'm taking Neptune's departure, and the spring-like weather, to do a cliched but long overdue closet cleaning. To get rid of stuff, that in some cases, I've clung to for decades or longer (B). The closet is as good enough place to start as anywhere right? At least, physically?
Some of the mental cobwebs might take longer to sweep away. I might have to stand on a dream ladder and swing a magic broom at them. Though I'll probably keep just a few around (and a skeleton or two in the closet) so that my id/psyche is decoratively dark & spooky.
At any rate, since the internet is one of my biggest procrastination crutches, I'm going to try to limit the amount of idle surfing I do (just use it as an incentive/reward), and only take/waste time to blog about all the productive stuff I've been able to do while I've been offline. Like cleaning my closet (C), because I'm always inspired when I read/see others do the same.
Now that the bed-sized load of accessories are wrangled, next step is tackling the clothes... and probably the whole reason I decided to post this was to avoid starting that. I knew I should have just tweeted and been done with it.
Look at all the this stuff that was on the floor of my closet. Mainly shoes, belts, bags, hats...
Exhibit B:
RIP first pair of customized Chucks. You've been good to me for going on 20 years, but now you are just sad-looking and gross. Getting rid of these feels very significant to me, maybe a few cobwebs of confusion are attached to these babies... and I'll probably regret it so I better tie that bag up quick. Plus, out with the old means in with the new.
Exhibit C:
Hey look, you can see the floor! I even vacuumed it. And I hung up a bags/hat/shoes rack that previously lived in Milo's room but was not being all that well utilized. Now it is jam packed with stuff I refuse to part with, just yet.
Edited to add: And no, despite my current penchant for break-up songs, suspicious minds (cough cough) should not infer that by sweeping away decade old mental cobwebs and getting rid of my 20 year old Chucks, I'm planning on dumping my husband of nearly 14 years. He's stuck with me, big 'ole foot in my mouth, and all.
