Getting rid of stuff I don't need or want always feel great. However, driving to the old Good Will with a car load of crap brings up thoughts and feelings about where the old crap came from (excuse my language). Especially, when I'm getting rid of gifts from old relationships. Strangely after decluttering my apartment of certain books and CDs, I had a dream about an old boyfriend wherein said person told me that he was going hunting for Indians (as in Native Americans). Now, said person was not the least bit racist in real life (just kind of controlling), but in my dream he was like a Spanish Conquistador decimating the Americas' indigenous population (representing my inner peace and spirit). Needless to say, it feels good to declutter.

Just for today, I can joyfully declutter my life.