It's no secret.
I have "stuff".
"Minimal" isn't my style.
For me, less is NOT more.
Still, there is a limit, and I think I've reached it.
Passed it, actually.
He sat at my kitchen table after a trip to our cellar
to take a look at some repairs that are needed and to give us an estimate.
He took in the view of the room and said something to the effect of,
"Rebecca, you have a lot of antiques and other junk around here!"
I don't think he actually said "other junk",
but the meaning was clear.
Actually, he didn't have to tell me.
I already knew.
2015 is my year to do something about it.
I just haven't figured out WHAT yet...
What I HAVE figured out is that I'm good at coming up with a goal--
just not so good at figuring out how to achieve it,
getting started,
and making myself put forth the necessary effort.
There. I've said it.