{Because Saturdays are for Organizing.}
As I mentioned, we've been organizing like mad this month. Which is ironic, since this month is full on. But I'm less stressed than ever.
Organizing (our home, life, work) brings me unmeasurable measures of peace and joy to my heart.
In the past few weeks, I've ripped up old journals, gotten rid of kitchen utensils we don't use and taken away at least two bags of clothes that just aren't quite "right." Every day we leave with an armful of "stuff" to distribute or throw away.
But one of the most cleansing things I've done is reorganizing and consolidating my photo albums. For you see, I've loved photography for so many years and have been a dedicated printer of my photos. (Until 2009 at least. Big apologies to all the people I've known and loved since then. I have no external record of you in my life. Ooops. I'll work on that.)
What's also interesting about my formerly 8-photo-album collection is that for so many years of my life I didn't know that some friends were only seasonal. I thought everyone in my life would be there forever. I now happily realize that doesn't have to be the case. I also didn't understand that not everyone is a loyal friend and that some people will stab you in the back to wither and die. (I digress.)
What I'm saying is that I threw away a lot of photos of people who have been shitty and
it
felt
so
therapeutic.
So good that I would consider printing more photos so I could re-destroy them. (...guys, I'm obviously joking about this latter half. I've been to therapy, I'm okay.)
Good friends are rare, so I treasure my store of heart friends that are true blue and print off their faces to display throughout my home.
We know some of the best people who currently roam the planet and are grateful to call them "friends."
My best friend is the man who in wishing me well wishes it for my sake. -Aristotle