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Sometimes you just need to Spring Clean

....or fall clean. Whatever the season is. I got rid of stuff. Stuff from the past. Stuff that was just weighing me down. Stuff I didn't even know I had. Stuff I wouldn't even miss. Pictures of my cat that was on "his" couch. I have plenty of pictures of my cat and I prefer to remember the happy times and not the times I failed him as a Mommy, taking him into that home, letting the guy into ours. But, the past is the past. Bunny forgives me. I forgive me. We are new Creations in our Creator and only new things are in our present and future.

I just feel so free!

I'm very tired. Especially after not sleeping well last night (was missing one of my regular meds). Let me tell you it's a good reminder of how much I take them for granted, and why I need them.

So, how about a little "Fall cleaning" in your life? What do you envision as even a small improvement? Or just a small step you can take to declutter your life? Something you decide to totally take the trash out on I'm talking literal trash, and emotional trash.

Here's to a better and cleaner life!

Katie Butterfly




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