I am a phase kind of girl when it comes to many things.  It usually takes me a little bit to work up to the point where I am about to enter said phase, and then once I’m there, BAM, there’s no turning back until I’m done with the phase.  For example, working out and eating healthy.  After Carter was born, I was unhappy with my weight for a time (let’s be honest–two years).  I complained about it, talked about it, thought about it–and then one day, the switch flipped.  And then I’m rock solid and impenetrable for a long time, until that phase is done.  Last summer, I lost twenty-five pounds in three months by running and being almost 95% vegan.  Awesome.  But then pregnancy took over and I left that phase behind me.  Once I’m all healed up and ready to go, I hope I can repeat at least with half as much vigor.

The past couple of days though, it’s been something else I’ve complained about, talked about and thought about (yes, in addition to the thoughts about being unhappy with my weight–but that’s obvious–I just had a baby five weeks ago).  And that something else is junk.  Everywhere I turn in our house, there is stuff.  Stuff here, stuff there, stuff everywhere.  I feel suffocated by our stuff.  Mainly, it’s just ME with the accumulation problem. . . James hardly buys anything.  I asked him today if he thought we knew anybody else who had as much stuff as we did.  I’m not sure I could think of anyone.

I can feel it building.  The levels are rising.  And soon, just soon, that little switch is going to flip, and I’m going to clean house and be in the house detox phase.  I can’t wait.  The only problem is that I have no time for it presently!