Correcting the errors of my ways.

I continue to de-clutter my life. Primarily, my environs. I get rid of stuff. Daily. I haven't missed a day of de-cluttering in a month. I'm amazed at how much I accumulated over the years. Far too much. It ain't healthy. It may even be a sickness. To collect, collect, collect. Things. I did it with books. And compact discs. And cassette tapes. And birdhouses. And clothes, too. More clothes than I could wear in a lifetime. And more books than I could read. And more music than I could listen to. I'm still asking myself the question, "Why did I do this?" But the important thing is I'm correcting the errors of my ways. --Jim Broede