Clutter makes me crazy. And yet like most people in America, I find no shortage of it.
Somehow, I seem to accumulate lots of whatever.
So I have been trying to (gradually) look at my clutter and decide if it is something I need, something to pitch, or something to donate.
It is amazing how we look at things and think it is so important to cling to them.
I look at my farmhouse room and think, “You know, if Grandma were here … ”
Yep. She sure would toss. That was one clutter free woman, and my daughter Phoebe is just like her.
It is just part of her life.
My thing is when I get a couple days off, the last thing I want to do is stay inside the house.
So am thinking.
Maybe Emilie Barnes was right. (Years ago, she wrote a book, a system which I have used twice as my kids were growing up, and it worked. “More Hours in My Day.”) The idea was you get overwhelmed with all the piles.
Yes you would.
If you saw the floorboard of my car. Newspapers (of course, I am a journalist), tennis shoes, Christmas decor from the office, an empty cracker box, five or six sweaters and jackets, my choir folder, and a rolling can of soup of the floor of the front passenger’s seat.
It is aggravating because as I commute, it rolls back and forth on the floorboard.
My greatest hope is I will not be in an accident, nor that any of my friends need to hitch a ride.
Anyway. I am going in.
Going to take 15 minutes this morning and at least tote some of the items in.
That way maybe today or tomorrow at lunch, I can take it to a car wash place to get it washed and vacuumed.
Little steps. Will let you know how it goes.