Just a rant

Stuff. Clutter. Whatever I call it, it drives me nuts. I seem to look through it, past it, until it hits me in the face and then I never seem to find the time to deal with it completely.
There's always the stack of junk mail.
But there's also clothes and books.
Every year I plan to sort and donate and, in truth, I have accomplished much in the past several years but not enough.
It feels like a weight.
I want it gone.
But will it make me feel lighter?
Is it the source of my frustration or just a symptom?

Photo- we found this on the other side of our fence today. We frequently see cattle out in that area- no clue what happened. It certainly makes all those strange sounds in the night forest seem more ominous.