Last year at this time, I made a big fat hairy deal about declaring war. The name of my war was
The War of Good God Almighty
Where Did All This Crap Come From?
I cleaned and I tossed (and tossed and tossed and tossed), and crowed about my amazing accomplishments, until January 9th, 2005 -- six whole days later -- when my big fat hairy deal war was never heard from again.
The easy answer is that life happened. A basement flood happened. More life happened. Good stuff and Bad stuff. A spring break spent in New York City. A summer gig spent on Beeeeeeavvvvvver Iiiiiiiislaaaaaaaaand. A fall semester so busy I often got too tired to write. THAT busy. By Christmas time, when it was appropriate to display the nativity scene, I didn't have to go to the basement to find it, because once again Baby Jesus was still hanging out on my dresser from Christmas 2004. The Tuna family adoration achieved such a period of longevity that a polar bear had stopped by, joining the sheep and wise men to see what all the fuss was about.
Once the holidays and family gatherings were over, it was time to act. So, for ten hours today I began the enormous room purge of 2006. The rules of room purge are simple: EVERYTHING OUT. Did I finish? Not yet. But big progress was made today, and tonight I will enjoy sleeping on an entire bed, instead of that small corner that isn't covered with stuff.
This year I plan to brag less and clean more. I'm no longer content to win the battle. I want to win the war.