Everything old is new again

I cleaned out my linen closet yesterday, along with my behind-mirror shelves and the drawers in the bathroom. I chucked things with reckless abandon. Thanks to entropy (the world tending towards chaos naturally), it will be a mess again in no time, but I only need one moment of organized joy.

Before I moved out of my grad school apartment, I had Bec help me clean out my closet. She would hold clothing up and I would say yes, no or I would cover my eyes while she tucked it into the donation bag. I need to approach my office and closet with this same attitude: The real estate is more valuable than the junk.

Up next? The emotional closet. Oh boy...