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I have a powerful urge to do some decluttering.

I should probably call Big Sister. Or probably not because she might faint or at least think I've been kidnapped by aliens. On the other hand, me being kidnapped by tidy, decluttering aliens would probably cause her a bit too much joy for my liking.

I've become so very fond of my new comfortable environment. I don't mean a sterile one: I will always keep sentimental items close by, they're great memory prompts for when you're depressed or brainfogged, I mean one that you can move through with ease. This first became an issue after I got CFS and found I needed my environment as unchallenging and as streamlined as possible, but it wasn't an easy to thing to achieve while I was still married.

So there's been a recent build up of clutter. It's stuff that has no reason to be here: none of it's sentimental stuff or useful stuff, it's just stuff I don't know what to do with. On the plus side, some of it was impulse-scrounged from Freecycle so I won't feel remotely ashamed of sending it on to the next scrounger.

Who am I and what have I done with myself?


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Jan. 30th, 2014 05:28 am (UTC)
Its because you moved in the not too distant past, and discovered how good non-clutter is.
Jan. 30th, 2014 03:37 pm (UTC)
Odd but I just looked at a table in our bedroom this morning and was grossed out by the clutter. And then I noticed that there were a lot of other cluttery places in the house. ARGH.
Jan. 30th, 2014 04:37 pm (UTC)
The trouble with "stuff-I-don't-know-what-to-do-with" is that it tends to become invisible, until something renders it visible again and I get a nasty shock. The same is also true of reminders of things I'm supposed to do but haven't made myself do yet.
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