Here's the thing I always have to rediscover when decluttering: When I start out on a Saturday morning, I should expect to feel overwhelmed, self-critical, regretful, and just bad, like I've been bad.
Next, I remember that I've not been home on a weekend since mid-June.
And then, my mind starts to clear as I forgive myself, and I isolate just ONE area to sort.
I get rolling.
It gets interesting. Omigoodness, I forgot about this cool, retro tablecloth. Ah, sheesh, I thougth I already got rid of this giant white tablecloth that's too big for our table - into the Sally Ann box it goes. Aw!!! Charlie's Winnie the Pooh costume from his first Hallowe'en. I hung it on a little ladybug hanger from a hook in our closet so M3I and I can look at it and go, "aw" for a while.
The result? Two more boxes for Goodwill and another box for Artsjunktion.
It's a happy ol' Saturday in the Big Smoke.