I've got too much crap

I need to stop the madness.

The closet is stuffed to the gills now. I can still get things in and out of there easily, but just barely. It makes me think back to just a year or two ago when all my things fit into two Rubbermaid containers. What with all the moving, they mostly stayed there.

There are two related pleasures for the whole endeavor. That of acquisition (small episodes of rapture) and de-acquisition (purification). I like both. Now I think I'm on to the pleasures of getting rid of stuff and winnowing down to the barest essentials.

It's all so indulgent I can hardly stand myself.