The other day I noticed that I had two of the same book on my bookshelves. That’s not the first time that’s happened to me… I buy a book, then forget about it (which means it either wasn’t good enough to be memorable, or that I never got around to reading it). Then later I hear about that book and think, “Gee, that sounds like a great book. I should get it.” So I do, and then later on I notice I already have it.

The same thing happens with tools, and CD’s. I’m pretty sure it happens to my daughter with clothes. And we have boxes in our garage that we haven’t looked at in years.

It’s time to start getting rid of stuff.

Maybe there’s a spiritual meaning to all this.