Clutter

Long day. Three tattoos, which I’ll share the story of once they heal and I can get good pictures. But…

Oh man. Pretty much everywhere.

Nah, that’s not true. It used to be. I lived the first…54 years of my life in a state of barely-controlled chaos. There was…stuff…everywhere.

And in December 2020 we hired someone to help dig us out of it. And since then, there is so much less. Less chaos. Less clutter.

But there is a bookcase in the living room that has collected an amount of crap that I am not comfortable with, so I’ve started working my way through it.

It’s funny that clutter used to paralyze me. Now, not so much. I’m better now at letting go. At realizing when something has outstayed its usefulness.

Good skill to have these days.

Love y’all.