I'm speaking of clutter.
It's really just a psychological quirk with me. When there is a lot of clutter around me, I can't concentrate. I have trouble sleeping, working, playing, or being productive.
This room, while tidy, would drive me a little nuts.
One of my favorite activities is to take a bunch of stuff and throw or give it away. Recall that I have paid my children good money to allow me to do just that with some of their stuff.
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So, I'm (usually) okay with the fact that, in order for me to have
Over the past few weeks, the minimalist in me has been pushed to the max. How that happens, I don't know, but I've just been busy and having to let the clutter management slide a bit.
I thought I would explode from the "noise".
But there was always light at the end of the tunnel. I kept thinking, "tomorrow". Tomorrow, the kids would all be at at school and I can get on this. Tomorrow my tutor schedule will be light and I can get on this. Tomorrow I'll be caught up with Task A and I can get on this.
Remember how it's said that Tomorrow never comes? Yeah.
BUT, today, a tomorrow came for me. No students scheduled. Kids are all at school. I got up earlier than the early I usually get up - couldn't really sleep anyway because of all the "noise".
It's better. It's quieter. It's tomorrow.