I had to look for a key while someone was picking up something
from me. She followed me into the kitchen where I had the key in my junk drawer. I was so proud to open the drawer. It was dejunked . Everything in it was in a special place. It was almost empty. I hope that she noticed. She didn't comment . Maybe she thought
that my drawer always looked like this. Actually, I have nothing left to declutter. This is a better word than dejunked. I don't feel any more grounded having no clutter. I have not missed anything that I got rid of. In fact, a neighbor brought me some soup
in a reused plastic container. A few weeks ago, I would have been tempted to save it. I asked if she wanted it returned, she didn't, so I got rid of it. As Marie Kando would say, " it didn't bring me joy",
so out it went. The closet in the second bedroom is empty,with the exception of a few items of my daughter, who plans to be back soon. I even sorted the clothes that I have in my closet, by color. I cleaned out
the cabinet under the bathroom sink. I had meds that I didn't know what for and expired in 2016. Even some of my beauty products were expired. I am running out of things to sort and dejunk. Hope this virus disappears soon, I only have my laundry room left.