There is less on my floor this evening. Fewer boxes. Fewer piles. Fewer furniture. (Is furniture plural? Like fish?)
There is less on my desk this evening. Fewer papers. Fewer piles. Fewer files. (Does anyone else succumb to the stacks of stuff, yet know exactly where everything is?)
There is less uncertainty in my home tonight. Fewer un-homed electronic cords. Fewer piles of pictures, scattered. Fewer things I was never quite sure I’d use. (If I haven’t used them, chances are…right? )
There is less stuff in my house tonight. Fewer clothes and shoes. Fewer piles that keep getting moved from one room to another. Fewer things that no longer spark joy. (Anyone wanna guess what I’ve been streaming on Netflix?)
There is less clutter in my world tonight. Fewer distractions stand between me and the page. Fewer piles of preoccupation. Fewer words in the way. (Isn’t that the idea behind making space in the first place?)
Can’t wait to see all that the making makes space for.