I have 12 pillows on my bed. I am the only person who sleeps in the bed. Nobody has even seen the master bedroom in my house for probably a year. What is wrong with me?
Isn’t it interesting how much pressure we put on ourselves to achieve Martha Stewart perfection in a NASCAR speed world? I realize that I am completely overwhelming myself on things that don’t matter. Not even a little. Shams are a sham, and I am empowering myself to purge them. Finally. My sanity is worth more than 10 decorative pillows.
Tonight, I plan on going Freddy Krueger on ten or eleven of my pillows, and ditching the extra fluff in my world. I wonder what else I can purge. Suggestions?