Simplify, simplify.

I'm working on my chronic attachment to useless things, as you can see ("mathom," in Hobbit lingo). Whilst being spiritually cleansed by Conference, I physically purged my bedroom. That was the plan, at least. It turned out that I didn't make it past my dresser. But this is a major improvement. This pile includes clothes I've had since I was in elementary school. I haven't worn most of these clothes for years, yet every time I went through my drawers (not to bear false witness; that didn't happen too often), I managed to fabricate some reason not to throw away the smallest, silliest, rattiest clothes.

But I'm ready to unclutter my life. My bedroom has always been the first thing my focus turns to when I'm ready for a change; I've rearranged, painted and redecorated to indicate new determination or style in my life. So far, senior year is a bit of a bane. Not in a bad way. But it's just a lot more than I bargained for. So I'm simplifying. As good old Thoreau once said, “As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness."

I'm hoping this commitment will give me more sleep and increased concentration with homework and more time for my family and friends. Wish me luck.