control freak decides to stop thinking about taking out her figurative trash by taking out some literal trash

well... i was in such a deep reverie today that i magically appeared in serious-work-mode. i threw out three gigantic black trash bags of things i decided i didn't need. i could have thrown other things out too. then again, i have already "gone through" that room once. it's amazing how much your idea of "treasure" and of "junk" can change through the passing of time. can change, should change, and does. i still struggle with the line between what part of that uncontrolled change is normal. i love change that i can control. though what i can't control is usually the best, i just can't stand it til after!

IF YOU WORK IT OUT, TELL ME WHAT YOU FIND.
WE CAN HAVE A FEW DECENT DAYS AND NIGHTS.

IF THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS SHOW SOME RESTRAINT,
AND THE MOST YOU CAN DO IS GET CARRIED AWAY...
(the futureheads)