This summer I had the opportunity to visit my Aunt Susan. While we were hanging out together she showed me this beautiful journal that she had. Leather bound, with fabulous quality paper and rough edges it was a thing of beauty. We both sat there admiring it.
At this point I should back up and share that Susan lives in a very small apartment. She's been there for decades and it's just perfect for her. However she, like me, loves paper and things of that sort. She's not a hoarder. She's actually amazingly organized and neat. She has a really smart rule when it comes to clothing and other items. One in, one out. Works great for socks, etc. Paper? That's another story.
Despite the one in/one out rule, Susan, like me, has a difficult time with paper. Once she gets her hands on it, it doesn't ever seem to want to leave (must be where I inherited that from). She has also somehow tapped into the alternate dimension in her closet because it's a-maz-ing what she's managed to accumulate in there.
Part of my self-imposed responsibility every time I visit her is to help her declutter. It's funny how much easier it is to declutter someone else's stuff. Usually when I visit Susan the decluttering involves things like going through large boxes of old photographs and helping her winnow them down. Or shredding magazines to only keep the good bits. But I digress...
Susan told me that she'd had the book for a long time but somehow couldn't bring herself to actually use it. As I sat there petting the cover and caressing the pages she asked me if I would like it. Ummmm, let me thing about that for .02 nanoseconds. Why of course, I would be happy to help you declutter this little puppy outta your apartment. Sadly I had no room in my luggage. Fortunately Susan lives around the corner from a post office. About a week later it arrived.
And then it sat. I pulled it out several times but it just kept sitting there. I texted Susan and told her I was having a hard time getting started. She suggested that I skip the first page. So I folded the first page over and stared at the second page for a few days. Then inspiration struck. The results are the image below. I'm really happy with it and grateful to have gotten started. Because once you start it seems easier to continue.
The words are from a Ralph Waldo Emerson quote I really like that seems to be a theme for me lately:
Live in the sunshine
Swim in the sea
Drink the wild air