Every month around the new moon ... usually a day or two before ... or on the day of ... I find myself in a whirl of cleaning and organizing. I know, a rare thing for this lazy Libra. This time it was weeding through a stack of 150 magazines, tearing out the stuff I wanted to save, and recycling the rest. And for dessert, I sorted through my sewing kit ... got rid of that old green bias tape ... and put it in one of my vintage tackle boxes. I couldn't bear to take out the Cash's woven name labels I used to sew inside the children's clothes, so I kept them, just because. They make me happy.
We are not afraid to look under the bed,
or to wash the sheets:
we know that life is messy.
We know that somebody has to clean it up,
and that only if it is cleaned up
can we hope to start over, and get better.
as quoted in Interviews With Contemporary Women Playwrights