March 1

It's been a cluttered evening, double booked and fast, Kindergarten information night and overtired kiddos and then off to book club an hour late and I hate being late and... 

I love a full life.  A rich and beautiful life, it seems, must be by its nature a full life-- full as plush velvet, as a decadent dessert, as a perfect antique store, a bookshelf, a bed deep with pillows and folded duvets. 

But there are times when a full life gets to be a bit much, a mix of paisley and damask and not-quite-right stripes, a proflagation of color that leaves you breathless but lost, that leaves you shortchanging each piece and and not quite getting your fill of anything at all. 

Tonight was just a little bit that way.

Or maybe I'm just  feeling all the emotion of having an almost-Kindergartener (when did THAT happen??)...

Either way,  for my next Thirty Days I am going to see what I can take out of my life--to see whether a less-full life, like appropriately edited interior design, can be that much more perfect.

My challenge?  Get rid of something every day.  

An object (or two or three), or a time commitment, or emotional baggage.... some way to reduce and simplify and clarify my life, to better see the beauty in it.