I spent upwards of an hour today rearranging my son’s room, with the help of his big sister. She and I set up a “reading corner” (comfy chair, bookshelf, and his old-fashioned wooden school desk) and moved things around to make a couple of storage areas more accessible. It looks better, but there is still one large corner completely piled up with random toys and game parts.
I love the idea of simplifying. Right now, I am starting to wonder if it would be a sin to simplify that corner of his room with some carefully placed tinder and a match.
Less in the closet = less time deciding what to wear.
That’s the idea, anyway. I’d read about serious closet reduction in one of the many Friends devotional books I’ve been enjoying lately, but it didn’t quite click until I ran across the same concept in Gretchen Rubin’s book “The Happiness Project.” She describes an afternoon’s concentrated attack on her clothing collection that resulted in a closet with only clothes that she could wear. (If you’re a guy, this sounds way more obvious than it is.)
Then something quietly slipped into place in my head – just because I can wear the clothes in my closet doesn’t mean I’m morally obligated to. Having bought them does not require me to wear them, especially if someone else could enjoy them.
And the best part is that I wouldn’t have to figure out what to wear – fewer choices actually sounds really appealing. Now I just need the Sorting Fairy to come to my house and do all the work!