122
BOXES
of ????????
I really have no idea. It has been has been 441 days since I saw this stuff.
The catastrophe part of my clutter catastrophe happened over a year ago when a black storm flew in off the Tampa Bay and turned my world box-brown. When I arrived on the scene of my flooded house, an emergency team, like an army of ants, had formed a line in and out of the front door. I stopped in my tracks when I realized that the load on the back of each little worker, as they exited my house, was my…stuff, my…junk, my…clutter.
Shoes and chandeliers, lamps and letters, mattresses and magazines, pans and papers.
Now over a year later as I plow through 122 boxes of stuff that I don’t need, I am overwhelmed with wonder. What was I thinking? Why did I have all this junk? How did I live with so much clutter?
Just yesterday I heard a report in the news that living with clutter takes two years off of your lifespan. So far this month it has taken five days off of mine. For five days I have been sorting and purging clutter. Of the 122 boxes I have opened I have kept maybe 30 boxes worth of stuff. I just don’t need clutter confusion anymore.
My house is all new…sleek…streamlined…efficient. I am making a no-clutter commitment. I will never be caught in a clutter catastrophe again.
