This weekend, in a bout of spring cleaning, I attacked the living room with a wild abandon, taking bric-a-brac and hastily displayed household items like candles off shelves to dust. I tossed books onto the dining table and unwound picture frames from tediously placed arrangements.
When I looked up to survey my handiwork, I experienced how wonderful a little white space (or taupe, in this case) can be in a room. Carefully, I replaced a few items, leaving a pile of less-worthy pieces to be dealt with by garage sale. The effect was a relaxing, accomplished feeling.
You see, there’s something powerful about the art of editing. Not just in writing, but in life. Your resume’s too full? Edit. Your career lacks focus? Edit. Your routine’s too chaotic? Edit.