To Keep, or not to Keep

Bloganuary writing prompt
Where can you reduce clutter in your life?

That is the question.

I have clutter in every aspect of my life. As a writer, I have kept short stories and novel drafts over the years. I even have the first spiral notebooks in which I wrote poems and short stories. I wrote most drafts using pen and paper because it was easier than pounding on an old manual typewriter.
I have filing cabinets and bookshelves full of binders of drafts and notes that ‘I might want to revisit.’ I do go back every 3 years or so to reread some of my favorites. Occasionally, I even tinker with one, trying to be inspired. I don’t remember ever breathing life back into any former efforts.

Old Notebooks

Another area of my life with clutter is the guest room that I call my sewing/craft room. I have been “building up my stash” since 2013 when I joined a quilt guild. Almost every week, we have fabrics sitting on our “free table.” I have found some really cool stuff on that table. Someday, I need to dig in and make a lot more quilts for charity and use that fabric up. I have cupboards full, boxes under the bed, and even some bins in the basement. Some may call that hoarding. I call it preparation.


I have way too many cookbooks. I started my own cookbook back when my kids were young. My notes are semi-organized, and most recipes have been taste-tested. My goal was to give them a cookbook when they went off on their own. The kids are in their 40s now, so I guess that plan is moot. Perhaps by the time I have great-grandchildren…

I sometimes have these days where my mindset is, “You don’t need all this stuff!” And that is true – I don’t need it. However, I may want it at some point in the future. I suppose that is why I keep it. Just in case.

0 Dark Thirty

Departure day from South Padre Island (SPI). The alarm went off at 3:30 AM. It looked and felt, like the middle of the night. My flight to Houston left at 6:45 am, and the rental car was due in at 5:00 am. Poor Maggie’s flight did not leave until 1:30 pm. She said she was able to catch up on her sleep, have a meal, then when she was ready – the flight was postponed an hour. She did make it home safe and sound, but I am sure she has adventures to tell…

Speaking for myself, the last thing you want when you’re on your way home is an unplanned adventure. I am tired from adventuring and I want to be home. I must be on Scotty’s bad side because he never beams me up. Such is life.

Back home, a new year, too many commitments, projects to do, and of course, the usual aggravations. Like dentists, surgeons, appointments, meds. I could go on, but I don’t have the time.

No matter what happens, when Thor winks at me, I’m better!