Celia Barbour delves into the messy emotions that come with letting go of our possessions.
I guess I should have realized that something was up with the laundry room. I used to like doing the laundry; I always think of it as one of those mindless household tasks that give me a feeling of accomplishment. The smell of clean towels, the sight of neatly folded sheets and shirts, the knowledge that I've skillfully separated my lights from my darks -- this stuff quietly confirms that all is right with the world.
But over the past few years, I'd begun to develop a sort of subconscious aversion to that room in the basement. I would quickly dive in, do only what was necessary, and promptly exit. I figured it was just because, with three kids zipping from school to soccer to games of capture the flag in the woods, simply managing the chaos required an EMT-like attitude: Ignore anything that isn't an emergency. I assumed I was just overwhelmed.
I was, as it happens. But it wasn't justRead More »from Why Cleaning is so Darn Emotional (and 4 Ways to Cut the Clutter)