It's a funny thing about bank vaults.
Bank vaults open very easily at the right time; the time the bank programs them to give access. With the right combination, the heavy doors open with the push of a finger. Try to do the same thing at 3 am, and you'll need heavy explosives.
Life change is like that.
For months I had been dreading the necessary de-cluttering to reshape my house to serve my needs. The clutter depressed me and made it hard to be productive. Its sheer emotional weight and physical presence seemed insurmountable.
Finally, I did what people eventually find themselves doing when sufficiently pressured by Pluto. I surrendered. I hired an organizational consultant.
Thus far, the bank vault analogy is working. We cleaned out a garage in 4 hours whose floor hadn't seen the light of day in 40 years. And the Gods were with me in helping me clear out one particularly large and heavy, but no longer useful, item taking up valuable space in the basement.
A neighbor saw me hauling out an old, ratty mattress and inquired about it. He had just moved in and was sleeping on the floor. I didn't think anyone could want it, but you never know until you put it out for trash. He took it.
I told him about the basement item and asked if he would want it also. He agreed to move it out. By the time we were underway, his brother joined to help. We got it out after removing the door. By then they decided they didn't want it anyway.
So it sat with the other trash.
After returning from Thanksgiving dinner I looked out of my window. The item was gone.
The gods were with me.
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