I've
always been fond of Boxing Day...even though few people have actually
heard of it in the U.S. In the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia,
and New Zealand, the day after Christmas was traditionally a time for
people who could afford it to give a box of gifts to their poorer
neighbors. Granted, Boxing Day is now more akin to our Black
Friday, but I like the original holiday I read about in British
children's books during my formative years.
Until I moved to the
farm, I was a bit of a vagrant, moving every year. The yearly
move gave me a great opportunity to go through all of my possessions
and cull out items that I really didn't feel like carrying up and down
several flights of stairs, donating them to Goodwill. Now that
we've been living on the farm for over three years, lack of a yearly
move has led to far too much clutter.
This week, Mark and I
started on our own version of Boxing Day. We each went through
our clothes with a fine-tooth comb, culling about half of them to be
given away. The result is immediate gratification ---
space! Next on my "Boxing Day" agenda will be culling my books,
the only other items that seem to build up in my living space.