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been thinking of this minimalism thing for a while now; and i'm having trouble resolving my desires with my reality.  to wit; i have kids.  am i damaging them psychologically by throwing away all their stuff?  NO!  whoops, that was my inner voice. shut up... 

i'm sitting here in my living room, surrounded by books, throw pillows, toys, curtains, doo dads, cast-off clothing (not mine; it's freezing in here!), art, cat hair, electronica, dvd's, plants, and i ask myself; where the hell do i get off claiming to be a minimalist???!!!

first of all, i have more than one kind of salt....that's probably the first clue that i'm no frikkin minimalist. better to call a spade a spade and admit i have sentimental attachments to all kinds of things.  i have mugs from 20 years ago that i can't bear to part with. i have old baby clothes, i have busted-down dolls and toys from 40 years ago. what the hell?  how can i point a finger at my own mother when i'm still harboring all these bits and pieces myself? my only advantage is give or take 25 years....then we'll see just how many boxes i have in my garage.