“I am not a hoarder! In fact, I am quite organized.” I can see your eyebrows rising in disbelief. Yeah, we have an uncontrolled junk room, tons of closets stuffed to the brim, and every drawer and shelf in the house is packed. But that clutter is not hanging over my head, as of a day ago. My dearest friend, who shared her “A-student” story, has inspired me to ignore the whispers of “clutterer.” Those shelves and shelves of teaching supplies? Their days are numbered. Today I filled up 2 bags of clothes for the thrift shop. Whee!
In the past, in a far away land, my cleaning binge radar was firmly fixed on my dearest teaching widower’s clutter. In fact, my own stacks seemed to disappear as I grunted and glared at his piles of paper, pounds of erasers shavings (he writes by HAND), and random books, paper clips, dead staples, and wine-stained napkins. My displaced clutter-righteousness had no bounds, kinda like my own messes. Poor guy. But NO MORE!
The New Me does not need to focus on my dearest widower’s writing detritus. I don’t need to accomplish a clutter-free environment today or tomorrow or within a month. I don’t feel intimidated by what needs to be done. I want to do a little every day. How obvious, you say. It’s not rocket science. But until I heard the A-Student story, I was crushed under the weight of clutter.
With my confident belief and God’s grace, along with a dearest friend to whom I can be accountable, the era of clutter in this house is over. I am so excited! In fact, this will be my “before” photo: