Ever start going through old boxes, closets or drawers with the thought of decluttering, straightening up, "cleaning out"? You settle in for the long haul, armed with a cup of tea, garbage bags, a dust rag and a whole whack of good intentions. And before you know it you are blowing off the dust, re-examining every document, card, treasure and memento ... weighing its worth, reliving the triggered memory and tossing the occasional scrap into the garbage. In what seems like moments, hours are sucked into this time vortex , and - in my case - not much ground is gained. Nothing tangible that is ...
Maybe it's just me, but I thoroughly enjoy these mini mental holidays - brief respites from the stresses and realities of the day. It is both relaxing and therapeutic - which means - judging by the number of junk drawers I have - I should be the most relaxed person on the planet.
Another long weekend ... perfect for rummaging, remembering, relaxing and all those other odds and ends.