Out of the Closet
I don’t know what I was thinking. I knew I should have never started. But there I was, in the middle of my floor, surrounded by a warzone of books, papers, and assorted “junk.” Yes, it was a full-on takeover ploy. You see on Sunday, for whatever unearthly reason, I’d decided it was time to do my [sometimes] annual closet cleaning. Now here it was, Friday, and I was still not done while getting buried seemingly deeper by the minute. You see a funny thing happens when I clean out my closet. All of a sudden, stuff I never knew I had somehow appears, and then it multiplies right before my very eyes. Seriously. It’s like a miracle! I swear I never had that much stuff… But somehow, there it is. And what’s worse is, every box, binder, and folder I pull out represents countless additional layers within crying out for sorting, organizing, and dealing with. So just throw it all out, right? But you know as w...