I feel a little bit good that they're out of our house.
But mostly I feel bad about all the clutter that's here. I feel bad that my house remains full of other toys. I feel bad that toys are the least of my worries.
How about clothes, mountains of clothes...
Papers, stacks of papers...
How is it that I want to get rid of all this stuff and I sit here not doing it?
I am overwhelmed. I am afraid to dive in. And I am also trying to make other changes too -- daily meditation and exercise and adequate sleep.
So I am posting this little box of toys to stay focused on the positive. To remind myself that things are moving out, even if they're moving at an incredibly slow trickle.
Yes, it's just a box. But it's moving in the right direction.