The more I purge, the more overwhelming all these things become and mean less to me, but I have no motivation because it will be there tomorrow and the next day. Because of the mess, I am not in the mood for decorating for Christmas because frankly I do not want any company. I want to fly the coop. Three days in NYC next weekend will fun, but then I come back to it all. Forty-five people on my gift list and not one of them called me today. Why do I even care?
