Clutter

I have identified a few different ways to declutter. There are probably others, but these are my working three.

1.     Crisis-Management: I have no clean forks. I can’t afford to have a broken leg from tripping over this crap. I cannot find ANYTHING.

2.     Spark Joy: Having a way-too-happy coach offering advice involving creating a mountain of clutter on your bed. Listening for each piece of the mountain to make their claim to be saved.

3.     Disaster Debris Pile: Temporarily ignore your grief. What catches your eye? Is it worth anything to you dirty and broken?

It is the Disaster Debris pile method that teaches me. I ache when the news outlets show images of people picking through:

·      the charred remains of a home after a wildfire

·      or damp, moldy piles of house guts after a hurricane or a flood

·      or shredded pieces of someone else’s home on a lot where their home before the tornado used to be

·      or a child’s bedroom frozen in time forever after a shooting

·      or a town square shattered by bombs

It all makes me manage my clutter with a bit less angst, and considerably more tenderness. I know better now NOT to say, “That will never happen here.” I am falling in love with simplicity.

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