Wow, I don't think a whole month is too late to respond, do you ?
Amen to that. It may be true in other homes, but our home isn't cluttered because we've got oodles of fun projects going on or because we're on the go. It's cluttered because dh and I never figured out how to work together to keep it neat. I can't get creative and dream dreams and make plans because there's all this emotion-laden stuff to stumble over. So I shut it out and don't think about, but of course I can't actually ignore. Instead I get depressed.
Good thread! Thanks for inspiring me.

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And yesterday I told my Dh, "I have a problem." Not in the "what's wrong with me" self-pitying kind of way, but in the proactive, this is not who I want to be. This is not who I AM. This clutter is not healthy. It's not just a quirk, because it interferes in my life on every level. It's not creative, it's not flexible, it's not fun-loving, it's not carefree, a sign of a loving family. For years I've tried to tell myself that that's what mess is, and that clean is sterile, boring, uptight, stifled, a sign of a family where cleaning takes precedence over individuals. The opposite is true. OMG, it's so obvious. My mess isn't a sign of intelligence or freedom or anything of the sort. It's a barrier to creativity, to flexibility, to fun, to freedom, to simple enjoyment of my family. I am stifled by it. I'm bored with it. It makes me uptight. (However, no one would say it's sterile.
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Good thread! Thanks for inspiring me.








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What a waste of a room, says I! There are Christmas decorations and off-season clothes in here (put away neatly by me, naturally), because there's no room in the rest of our apartment (IMO! Oh, there's room if you happen to be a hoarder, but it's me and dd here 24/7 so that ain't happening). Don't get me started on the master closet! (I'm talking to my brain, here.) The amount of clothes dh has compared to dd and I is highly amusing.
My time will come. Oh, yes.


I have always wanted to be a radical minimalist
: I've never been able to stay organized or keep up with the stuff that gets kept. The best thing I ever did was just NOT bring any of it with me when I left my xh! It was so easy to pick up (and I was working ft and tired, even) and keep things clean.
. Some other posts of hers that inspired me:
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