Without further delay:
Losing things, on purpose. Fat, items, clothing, thoughts, feelings. I like to keep things, for some reason. Maybe it's because growing up I didn't have the coolest this, or neatest that, so I made it a point to keep everything I had because it might be cool later. Maybe it's human nature and everyone is really like this underneath. Maybe it's a man thing and I really just want a garage and work bench and shelves. Who knows. All I know is that now I have a desk piled with old socks, junk mail, and receipts. Clutter and disorganization. I haven't had any time for myself to get reorganized at home. Things that aren't looked too kindly upon, like making out in a library, so I'm working on it.
I'll even work on making out in a library if that'll help.*
As a Christian, stewardship and generosity are always on the forefront of my mind. I think God wired me that way, because I acquire things easily, and if I kept them all, I'd be buried in my kingdom of material things and other assets that will fade and die and burn, and that's not what He wants for me. So I give things away. And I need to get in the habit of getting rid of extra things that clutter my life. They may be awesome, but not useful. They may be worthless and looked over. They may be bad habits. They may be emotional stresses.
Whatever it is, unless I'm going to honestly be productive with it - it's out. Cleaning house. God is good and gives many good gifts, and my goal is to worship him with those things by blessing others, and not worship those things to forsake others and dishonor him.
Cleanliness is next to godliness...and next to something else, but I'll have to use the Dewey Decimal System to make sure...*meet me in fiction.
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