I'm trying to declutter my life. Yes, I admit it. I am a clutterer. My family know it. Strangers suspect.The thing is, I have an emotional attachment to some of my clutter, so it's become like a noble breakup. I hate for us to part, but I know it's for the best. I kiss it good-bye(just joking) and send it on its way. It hurts, but I will be a better person. I think it's called growing pains.
