Stress. Stress. Stress.
I hate stress.
It's weird. I have a great life. I'm healthy. I have a wonderful family. Dear friends. A good job. A nice home.
So why do I feel so stressed?
There are lots of reasons, I guess, but one is simply having too much stuff. Too many clothes. Too many shoes. Too many kitchen gadgets. Too much stuff stuffed in junk drawers. And so on. And so forth. You have to clean stuff. And sort stuff. And choose between stuff.
So, lately I've really had the urge to simplify. A strong urge. I know simplifying reduces stress, but I'm not quite sure how to get from where I am to where I want to be.
I'm on a mission. Any suggestions?
P. S. The only thing that I have a lot of that doesn't stress me out is books--well, I am stressed that I don't have enough time to read all that I want to, but that's another story . . . .