Today we have a week left in Mercury’s current retrograde period and a full moon. Both portent optimal times to release that which no longer serves you. That and the marginal roads (Mercury ruling transportation, after all*) here in soybean land encourage me to stay home and do some decluttering.
This morning I cleaned out a cabinet. I found storage jars and some sundry mass-produced bowls that hadn’t seen the light of day since George W’s first term in office; pasta that had gone buggy; and some cocoa mix with a 2006 expiration date.
Yep. Take Princess Anna’s musical advice and let it go. Goodwill is going to love me. The trash collector is going to hate me. Oh, well. Let it go, let it go.
I do decluttering in fifteen minute slices. My phone has an app that lets it serve as a timer, and knowing that I only have to go at a closet or a cabinet for a limited period makes it kind of fun. I don’t overthink, I just toss.
On a physical level, I created storage space for some random small appliances that need more dignified quarters than the kitchen island. On a metaphysical level, I’ve freed some psychic space and will be propelled forward with the energy released next week when Mercury gets its act together and goes straight.
Except for the trash collector, everyone wins.
*Seriously. Usually, maybe ten minutes to get there; seven if none of the cops lurk in the bushes or subdivision entrances. Yesterday it took 20 minutes to get to the intersection of the main road into town and the state route running through it. Only reason I went out was because Oakley desperately needed to go to play group. He got the crazy out of his system and is snoring away next to me.