Thoughts in downsizing today, no pix. Pretend it's radio.

On the subject of clearing out stuff, I've had a few waves of emotion as I've been doing it.

And first I had to remember to let them happen. Not tell myself not to get down. I'd never tell anyone else that, so why not be kind to me, too.

For me it's the adventure of starting a big change in my life, the prospect of moving, different environment. Alone. I've done a lot of major stuff alone, been single twice as many years as I've been partnered.

Sometimes this feels exciting, sometimes, in the middle of the night, scary. So it's okay not to be perfectly calm and accepting all the time. Some of the time would be good, though.

Back to the clearing: we all do it differently. I'm not much for the counting of items as I go. Largely because art materials don't exactly lend themselves to counting. But I do like to go by small area, such as just one surface, or one cabinet. That way I can see results.

And since my main focus is the studio, which is on the third floor, I'm getting a lot of stairs in. Last evening I wondered why I was so tired, until I realized how many flights I'd been up and down, and how much lifting and lugging I'd done. It's heavy work. Especially to a lady in her ninth decade.

Which brings me to the last bit: I'm so glad I'm allowing a lot of time to do this. If you can manage that, it avoids a lot of stress.

There, go forth and chuck stuff around!

But maybe a little reward might be good, just to keep up your energy. My English Christmas treats arrived, a bit late, but calling for a pic after all