I am going to start cleaning my room today. Which is why I am writing here. After thousands of days of not writing here.
There is nothing like the prospect of encountering the complicated clutter of my room to get my blogging fingers moving again.
Yeah, Resistance Monster. I am taking off one of your many hydra-heads today. Here ya go, buddy. Bam.
What I am trying to decide is what my strategy should be.
I have a lot of books about de-cluttering. “Start small,” they all advise.
But here’s what I am afraid of with that approach. If I start small, I will get involved in minutia. I know myself. I will take out the labeler. And as soon as I take out the labeler, I am doomed. I will get involved with devising systems and making maps and reading through things, and I will never get out.
Instead, I think I need to blow up the whole goddam room. Really. Take everything out in hurricane of Tasmanian Devil energy fueled by the Pomodoro Technique, and then slowly put back only the things that I want in there.
But first, I should take pictures. Yeah. Pictures are always good. Like those BEFORE, and AFTER shots dieters love.
Come to think of it, I could probably get a whole series of blog posts out of this project. It could even be a THEME! Themes are good for blogs, right?
Wait. This was supposed to be about cleaning my room, not blogging.
I really do want to to de-clutter my room. Well, not really. What I really want is to have a clean and de-cluttered room.
Magically.
Without having to actually do it.
I don’t know…
I think I should go to the liquor store.
For boxes.
And gin.
Inspiration Location 