One of my favorite ways to pass time is to organize and purge. Ask my husband… nothing is safe in our house. I go through piles, closets, drawers, and toy bins on the regular. I can’t stand clutter so much so that I often donate things we haven’t even used or opened. We are ridiculously blessed and our kids (albeit forever bored) have so many toys and games and pets and heck, even a zip line in their own backyard. Our cup overfloweth.
I am a firm believer in “less is more”. I wouldn’t go as far to say that I am a minimalist, but I don’t keep ahold of things sentimentally all too often and like to only have what we’ll use currently. Sometimes it seems like a wonderful quirk of mine when the house is clean or the closet is organized. Other times, it’s a pain in the rear. Like when my husband and I argue over how many tools is overboard while I accuse him of hoarding or I throw away a pile of paperwork that he REALLY needed during my last office purge.