"Ahh... clutter. How I love you. You fill my days with tension What if someone calls for tea? and shame How can I exist in such a tip?"
Yesterday I uncovered the meaning of clutter, for generally organised, hygienic, and otherwise nice-quality people like us (that's you. and me. people like you, and me).
It's not mess. It's loneli-mess.
Often our home is empty- maybe we live alone- maybe we're travelling lots- or we could have a full house but "absent family". When we create mess around us, it's because we need to be reminded that there's lots of stuff going on. The subconscious message is: we're needed,we're important! On some level..to clear the clutter...permanently... to get things sorted, once and for all... is just too lonely to even think of. "what then, what then?" the ego whispers.
What then?
