There is such a thing as The Clutter Monster. He is real, and he used to live in my house.
The Clutter Monster broke into my house sometime last year, and made himself right at home. At first I didn’t mind. He’d leave a pair of socks here, or a few papers there – nothing to get too worked up about. I was so distracted with my projects and this blog and my job and helping my kids with their schoolwork that I didn’t realize how this new roommate, The Clutter Monster, had really impacted my life.
Every night as I lie sleeping, he began to wreak havoc on my home, leaving his piles of unorganized stuff everywhere. The clothing, the papers, the toys steadily amassed all over the house. There was that moment when my husband asked me what I wanted for Christmas, and I replied “To kick out the Clutter Monster.”
I finally realized over the holiday break that any time I was feeling a sense of anxiety in my life, it was because I was overwhelmed with all of the “stuff” in my home that I was forced to take care of. There were many days I would literally throw my hands up in frustration.
Then I had an epiphany.
I thought to myself, what if those piles didn’t exist? What if “poof” they magically disappeared?
Was there anything in those piles that was so necessary I’d miss it if it was gone? Would I really care ? Were those things really all that important ?
The obvious answer was “No”.
I realized how relaxed I am when there is order, and how much anxiety I feel when there are excessive piles of laundry, paperwork, or toys lying around. Clothes I didn’t wear, papers I didn’t need, and toys that were broken or never played with. I decided that the feeling of serenity from having all that “stuff” disappear was far more desirable than the “stuff” itself.
So I decided to kick the Clutter Monster to the curb once and for all. I decided I wouldn’t start any more projects until every last room was returned to order. I’ve been dedicated to this task for over a week, and along the way l’ve learned a few things.