I generally don't make New Year's resolutions. Why set myself up for the inevitable failure and the mild self-loathing that comes with it? I am, however, making an exception to my rule this year.
Once again, I emptied my room of possessions, this time for the painters to transform the walls from a light mint green to a lovely neutral beige. Better for the lovely, earthy colors of my accumulated stuff; antique trunks, old wooden tools and bent-wood boxes, bowls and kilims and other textiles. I am overwhelmed with stuff. Against my genetic disposition, I cannot accumulate more things to stuff under the bed, in drawers, in piles.
As a consolation, I am allowing myself to buy more shelves. For my stuff, of course.
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