Tonight I spent a few minutes cleaning up two places: the fridge and my cabinet under the bathroom sink. I know, very exciting.
Martha Beck says that you can't change your exterior surroundings without changing your interior (or something like that; she's a professional writer and therefore much more eloquent than I). So I figured I would give it a try and get rid of some of the clutter that's been overtaking my house (and therefore my mind) since we moved in.
While it's nice having a big, spacious fridge, infrequently used containers of food have a tendency to migrate to the way back where I can ignore them for weeks. I needed to corral those outliers and send them to meet their maker. As much as I hate wasting or throwing away food (and money), it felt good to get rid of things whose expiration date had passed. Furry produce does nobody good.
After I put the kids to bed, I then tackled the under sink cabinet, another easily ignored crapository. I found things I hadn't previously seen in years (and I mean that literally): baby oil gel, gauze squares, empty contact lens cases, and assorted feminine hygiene products.
I have to say, I feel lighter. Maybe Monday I'll work up the nerve to actually follow the FlyLady system and really declutter my home. And my head.