It feels never ending. How will I know when I have finished this I wonder. Can I ever look around my house and say, well, decluttering is done and dusted?
I guess it can only be up to a point. As stuff creep somehow builds up. I really do believe I am getting better and not bringing stuff into the house, and yet my little work room seems piled up with bags despite shipping this lot of to the charity shop, also a bag of books to oxfam and 2 boxes of art stuff for a thing I am doing in March sititng in the car waiting to be shipped out to somewhere else in wait for that date.
How does it happen? And How to ever be 'tidy' (which is the aim for most of this decluttering to be honest)
It feels like wading through mud today. The uphill battle. But I shall persist. I will reach that new level of clarity I will!! Next step is to look through the drawers of my work room and assess the art stuff situation.
This will most definitely be aided by the fact that this work room is shortly going to be transformed into a spare bed room. Which means that EVERYTHING is coming out. EVERYTHING. The drawers the desk the shelves, the woodchip wall paper, the carpet - everything. And what goes back in. That is going to be clean and clear.
I think I need to get brutal on my arse with the decluttering now. There will not be enough room! Bring it.
No. Hang on. I AM going to define the end of decluttering.
I will look around my house, and see only the useful or the beautiful. It will be spacious and will be easy and quick to tidy.
I will feel clear and free. Hang on. Let me rephrase that. I feel clear and free. I feel clear and free. I feel light. Spacious. free.
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