Spring cleaning is oddly therapeutic.
De-cluttering simplifies things, I find. I indulge myself by wading through things I own - and people I know - assessing, evaluating and deciding whether I like it (or them) enough to keep them in my life. As piles and piles of trash accumulate, I realize that I really am living a needlessly complicated existence. And even though it's delightful - sometimes - to wade in complexity, perhaps it's that time of the year when throwing out the rubbish makes more sense than ever before. How else, I argue, can one ever make space for something new unless the old and decrepit (not to be confused with antique and valuable) are removed?
Perhaps when all of this is over, it'll be time to go shopping for more. And - as everyone knows - I really do love shopping.