Once upon a time, I balanced my checkbook, folded all my clothes, and actually could see most of the flat surfaces in my home. There was a place for everything, and everything was in its place.
I changed the oil in my car like clockwork, I observed people’s birthdays, and doing my taxes was a breeze because all my records were organized months in advance. I even had my browser favorites separated into little folders based on their subject matter.
No, I didn’t do things like alphabetize my spice rack or iron my underwear, but things were easier to find and seemed to take up a heck of a lot less space. Now it seems that chaos reigns supreme in my world.
Somewhere along the line I got tired and I got lazy. Being efficient takes energy. But then, living in the midst of a clutter tornado isn’t exactly relaxing either. The thing is, once you’ve lost that momentum, it’s hard to get the ball rolling again.
I’d say more, but I need to dig something out of the mound of stuff in my closet. If you don’t hear from me in 24 hours, send pizza.
Chaos by Tim Henderson
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The View from a Drawbridge 
But do you iron your spice rack and alphabetize your underwear???
Shhhhh. Don’t tell.
oh my
I spent one whole summer moving everything from the attic to the basement and got rid of tons of “stuff”. But now the basement is overflowing. Storage from the last child that told me she no longer wants any of her “stuff”. I realize it is me that is hanging on to everything. So I will try again to skinny it down to managable. Wish me luck and send a dumpster.
I’m thinking a flame thrower might be quicker.