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Sometime last year, it must have been summer, my husband and I got into quite a predicament. We were in the middle of decluttering our home when we both started to feel guilty when we saw the amount of things we had accumulated.

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Sometime last year, it must have been summer, my husband and I got into quite a predicament. We were in the middle of decluttering our home when we both started to feel guilty when we saw the amount of things we had accumulated.

I am married to Mr. Negative, which is a good thing because I am Mrs. Positive and we balance each other out. My husband’s negativity amuses me, but sometimes it’s a bit too much, then I have to remind myself that my husband’s behavior is to be expected, my endless optimism, on the other hand, is not normal.
“My mind is like a little house,
My peers break into.
They rearrange my furniture,
And the cabinets rifle through.
They throw things out;
They put things in,
And erase the writing on the wall,
And by the time that they walk out,
It’s not my mind at all.”
― Margo T. Rose, The Words