Shrinking PoS

Just a note to officially document that many of the PoS (piles of stuff) that dominate my life are gone.  The dining room table is clear.  As in we-could-actually-eat-there-without-any-effort-clear (except that we eat at the kitchen table because, well, that's where the food is and it's a shorter walk).

Not that anyone cares that much about my progress towards cleaner lines, reduction of excess, and the unburdening of the self, but I wanted it known that I can make it happen. (Ha!  And you thought it was just about random paperwork and the like.) The reduced PoS lifestyle is only guaranteed for 48 hours though, because I know better.  Stuff will enter my life and will be put into piles.  Those piles will secretly mate in the night and will take over my space again.  And someday I'll have the time, energy, desire, and recycling bins to eliminate them again.  And that time will occur when I'm really avoiding getting back into an exercise routine (which was the other goal for this week).

I strive to be one of those people who can stay organized and live in what appears to be the Ikea catalog. (Despite the inventory in that store, it appears that one must purchase the furniture and never put any stuff on it.  I admire that, I really do.)  But this determination fades because I get bored and annoyed by picking up the same stuff over and over.  It's just easier to let it pile until it threatens a coup.

Funny, I wasn't going to write much about the PoS reduction when I started.  I just wanted a time stamp to prove I had a clean house at one point.  I wanted to write about the Vision Board I'm starting and the fact I've become obsessed with a house that is on the market but is overpriced.  If you are ever in the car with me, I will drive you there to show you what I now call my new house.  The fact that we've made no offer to purchase is a minor detail easily overlooked.  The fact that it may never be in our price range (though, it should, based on all market data), or that someone else will be willing to over pay are also easily overlooked details.  I have faith it will be my house someday because the Universe proved itself to me recently, via a friend.  Not that I needed proof; I always felt this friend would prevail, even if it wasn't in the exact way she had planned.  But it's so much fun to watch her process unfold that it has inspired me.

More on all this later.  For now I'm going to sit and admire the lack of PoS.