Feel very smug as spent much of the Easter weekend clearing two rooms - one the smallest bedroom, and the other the scullery/boot room/whatever one calls the space at the back of the house with garden stuff, kitchen stuff, rolled up rugs, jamjars full of picture hooks, copper nails, plumbers' oddments...
The bedroom was stuffed full of boxes of books, boxes of old accounts, boxes of old 78 records, bags of wrapping paper and cards, bags full of linen sheets and curtain hooks...
In other words, two small spaces full of chaos.
And now, clean, tidy, and either half empty or completely empty.
sigh. Utter bliss. Am using Freecycle to find new homes for as much as possible, otherwise it's the charity shop for anything usable, or the dump as a last resort.
Whether or not you credit Feng Shui with any logic or sense of experiential rationality, the act of clearing chaos and getting rid of STUFF is both therapeutic and fun, and the resultant clean space is balm to the soul.
Why don't I do it more often?
